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