Sometime or other,
Sooner or later,
Whether we choose to forget,
Or choose to remember;
When nights come too soon,
And days are no brighter;
He'll be there,
The Diamond Pedlar.
With unselfish care,
He peddles his ware.
His price is cheap,
For a good night's sleep.
For those who listen,
This is his yell:-
"If you have something to buy,
I'll have something to sell!"
Listen, and listen well,
For it comes all the way
From heaven, via hell.
So give back what you bought,
Rainbows are for chasing,
They are never caught.