Butterfly
BRENDAN GRAHAM, EIMEAR MARY QUINN
You winter in my room
Amid the dark and gloom
But come the flowers of spring
You will live again
But you will fly away
No more with me to stay
Oh when will you return, my Butterfly?
You swim on silken wing
Into the shimmering
Could I but dance with you
Up in the dizzy blue? Up in the dizzy blue?
But you will fly away
No more with me to stay
Oh, when will you return, my Butterfly?
Oh, when will autumn send,
Cold winter like a friend?
Then, I will watch the sky
For you my butterfly
Then, I will watch the sky
For you my butterfly