BUTTERFLY
Like a piece of lace, spun from clouds somewhere
Or a single snowflake fall - set spinning on the air
Comes the butterfly.... The butterfly with painted wings...
The evening sun goes down, the after-glory glows
And stained glass patterns shine on the petals of a rose -
Through the butterfly.... The butterfly with painted wings...
All at once, through velvet dark, from the house across the park
a candle in a window shines - butterfly shakes his wings and he flies...
He hits his head against the pane like a tissue-paper weathervane
and wonders why he cannot touch the flame...
Oh butterfly - oh butterfly - be glad that you can't touch the flame
For once on such a night, came a man with eyes of flame -
Enchanted by their light - too close, too close I came....
And the butterfly - this butterfly - burned her wings...
So fly - fly - butterfly.....
Lyrics & Music: © Rosie Hardman 1969
Recorded on 'Second Season Came' - Trailer Records
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