Butterfly ... Butterfly ... Orange and black, bright dusty wing Flutter through fields where the summer birds sing Blown like a paper, hour by hour Over the grass, from flower to flower Butterfly ... Butterfly ... When flowers close and darkness grows deep ... When children run home and stars start to peep ... When it is nighttime, where do you sleep, butterfly? Butterfly ... (?), soft as a rose Rest on my hand; open and close (??) Tell me the secret; I have to know (?) When the moon rises, where do you go? Where do you go? Butterfly ... Butterfly ... Butterfly ... Butterfly ... Butterfly ... Butterfly!