| Buck was born on a beautiful morning
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| And I felt very proud
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| Lets just say its not every day
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| That you see me cry out loud
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| Hair like sunshine, a smile as warm
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| And the prettiest eyes you’ll find
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| One day last spring my lady and I
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| Found out those eyes were blind
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| Have a butterfly for me daddy
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| They sound so pretty to me
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| Tell me about the butterfly
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| And all the things you see
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| Well over there Buck lies a beautiful meadow
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| With the colors of gold and tan
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| With the smell of hay and the sound of crickets
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| Here Buck, take my hand
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| And I wish you could see that big oak tree
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| With its limbs reaching up to the sky
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| And a bed of flowers growing at its feet
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| And a big yellow butterfly
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| Save a butterfly for me daddy
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| Before they disappear
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| Save a butterfly for me daddy
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| And on his cheek was a tiny tear
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| So we packed up our bags our hopes and our dreams
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| And we all went to town that day
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| I sneaked off to the hospital chapel
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| I got down on my knees and I prayed
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| Save a butterfly for my boy lord
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| I sure need nothing for me
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| Except an angel of joy to touch him
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| The way that he’s touched me
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| Now there are things in this universe
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| That we just don’t understand
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| And through an open window came a butterfly
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| To land on Buck’s small hand
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| The doctor’s face was strangely white
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| As if it just couldn’t be
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| But the light was in my boys face
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| Daddy he said, I can see
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| Save a butterfly for us Bucky
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| We’re all so blind it seems
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| For we’ve not seen the magic
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| In the power of a little boy’s dreams |