Everybody has got something and I've got a butterfly
I found her sitting on a rose a sunny day
I watch her as she rested and then she flew away
Her eyes seek the better fields
and some shade from the trees
Yes, her wings are made of bones
Not like regular ones
Watch her as she flies, flies, flies
over the rainbow, on the deep blue skies
she's got no colours, she's made of wood
She's such an ugly butterfly could she ever be understood?
Well as it turned out a pale outside could easily be a hiding place
And no one of the hungry birds ever saw her grace
And as you know, the woods can’t be taken down
by the shade that every year overcome the autumn light
So, when the other butterflies all gone
My Butterfly is still here, long past dawn