there’s a silver bike
you know that I like
’cause I ride it on home
to you
there’s a wind in the air
just as smooth as your hair
and I’m coming on home
to you
playing butterflies
playing butterflies
playing butterflies
with you
as the sun and the moon
take the turns over june
please don’t leave me too soon
in bloom
it’s the story of us
and I feel that i must
get it out of my system ’cause
you’re gone
playing butterflies
playing butterflies
playing butterflies
with you