IN THE GRASS SHE WAS WALKING
RUNNING FREE
SMELL THE SCENT OF THE AIR
SHE CAN GO EVERYWHERE

YELLOW LEAVES ARE TURNING
FIELD OF DAISES ARE GROWING TOO
NOW SHE’S PAINTING WITH THE BLUE

COME TO ME MY BUTTERFLY
I WILL LOVE YOU IF YOU STAY
TEACH ME HOW TO FLY AWAY

DOWN THE SLOPE, IN THE VALLEY
ABOVE THE CLOUDS,
A THOUSAND FEET TO THE SEA
SHE’S FLYING BACK TO ME

SHE CAME LIKE A DREAM TO MY HAND
SHE DON’T KNOW MY NAME BUT I DON’T CARE
I REALLY DON’T CARE

COME TO ME MY BUTTERFLY
I WILL LOVE YOU IF YOU STAY
TEACH ME HOW TO FLY AWAY