Album: A música do século, volume 23
Green fields where we used to wander,
purple valleys, near my home.
We would play there, beneath the sky
and then I kissed you, butterfly.
Young girl, you came restless
and you left me here to cry
my big teardrops in red pastures
for I loved you, butterfly.
Butterfly, yeah.
I dream about you, lonely without you, butterfly.
Butterfly, yeah.
Each night I'm sleeping, your face goes creeping, butterfly.
Green fields where we used to wander,
purple valleys, near my home.
We would play there beneath the sky
and I kissed you, butterfly.
Butterfly, yeah.
I dream bout you, lonely without you, butterfly.
Butterfly, yeah .
Each night I'm sleeping, your face goes creeping, butterfly.