You're My Rainbow Honeybunch

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.