Elli B, butterfly, mon amie,
what ya gonna do today?
I thought we'd take a ride,
on my bike, over to the frozen lake
then lay down in the sun,
dream out loud,
underneath the animal clouds
and if you get too cold,
you can take my coat,
or sit a little closer
and tell me that my butterfly
will never swim another man's sky
Because I don't want to roll the dice
to see if fate is on my side
Wrap her up in a fairytale, take a ride
to a castle on the mountain,
spinning spokes, bicycle wheels,
drop a coin in the wishing well.
Her wings are tattooed to my sky,
her colors light, the road that I am traveling
I don't think my butterfly, will ever swim... another...
Oh tell me that my butterfly
will never swim another man's sky.
Because I don't think these mortal eyes
have ever seen a more beautiful light
And I don't think this butterfly
will ever land beneath my sky.
And I don't think that shepherd's moon
will hang around for long tonight.
Still, I don't think this lonely room
has ever held a more beautiful light.
But all I saw was mystery
while looking deep into your eyes
And I don't think these questions
will get answered on the day that I die
And I don't think this butterfly
will ever land beneath my sky.
Elli B, rose tattoo, butterfly,
guess you're gonna fly on by.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth