Swing style song about the light of your life. |
You’re My Rainbow Honeybunch You’re my rainbow, honeybunch You’re my rose-colored glasses, And I love you so much, it's true The world is rosy with you In a world that’s dingy sometimes You bring colorful valentines, I’m your little rainbow chasin' pup So come over here, light this old puppy up! Don't matter if it's spring or mid-winter There's a never-ending ink supply Of tropical colors in your printer I'm one incredibly lucky guy You’re my rainbow, honeybunch You’re my rose-colored glasses, And I love you so much, it's true The world is rosy with you If my watercolor's grey and wet I'll bet, you'll be there in a colorful rush With all the brightness that I need You’ll speed, in with your magical brush If you get a little psychedelic And we get in some colorful fights By morning the setting's idyllic My you're such a beautiful sight You’re my rainbow, honeybunch You’re my rose-colored glasses, And I love you so much, it's true The world is rosy with you If I’m blue in a tight purple jam, You give the green light to start, Making out till I’m a happier man Bless you and your pretty red heart You’re my rainbow, honeybunch You’re my rose-colored glasses, And I love you so much, it's true The world is rosy with you I found the one who I truly adore You’re the reason colors were made I didn’t know what love was made for I found you my complimentary shade You’re my rainbow, honeybunch You’re my rose-colored glasses, And I love you so much, it's true The world is rosy with you When I’ve had it with the hubbub When life's handin' a brown apple I look up to see my rainbow cherub Painted my own Sistine chapel You’re my rainbow, honeybunch You’re my rose-colored glasses, And I love you so much, it's true The world is rosy with you Now we’re married in permanent ink I’m holding you now in my lovin’ arms If I ever lost you I couldn’t think How to live without your lucky charms You’re my rainbow, honeybunch You’re my rose-colored glasses, And I love you so much, it's true The world is rosy with you Can I get cozy with you, A honeybunch author's note: My father, Billy Gene Manhart,was so madly in love with my Mother. It was sometimes downright hilarious and often embarrassing. His pet name for her was, "Hon", or "Honeybunch. Quite often I heard him calling as he came home from a long shift at the factory, "Where's my woman?" He'd kiss her like he hadn't seen her in months. She'd set him a plate of supper, and he would eat her delicious cooking while taking her in with his eyes. She'd be wearing some worn-out housedress, hair pinned in a bun, smelling like the food she was cooking, and he only saw a her as the day he met her. What a priviledge it was to see a man love my mother like he did. They never fought. Daddy always let her "win" every disagreement. If ever a man loved unconditionally and blindly, it was my Daddy. |