
Date of issue: 01.04.2014
Song language: English
My Butterfly |
She wakes, scrambles eggs and smoothes the bed |
She laughs, as I yawn and scratch my head |
and she slides a brand-new princess comb through the knots in my hair |
She holds my hand as we walk there |
First day, screams and spit balls fill the air |
and I cling, but she nods and I climb the stairs |
She waves, til the school bus pulls away, disappears |
then sings a song to quiet her fears: |
Spread your wings and fly |
outstretched to the sky |
Spread your wings and fly |
My butterfly |
Ten years, and then another ten go by |
and I move, find a job and find a guy |
and I call, with a spring in my step, tear in my eye |
«Mom, we set the date for July.» |
She brings, somethin' old and somethin' blue, |
and we talk, with an hour left and nothing left to do, |
and I’ve got … a stomach full of big butterflies, |
but she takes my hand and looks in my eyes: |
BRIDGE |
She takes her grandkids' pictures from the wall |
on her last day, she cleans her desk and walks down the hall |
Looks both ways and, wonders what to do now, what happens next… |
When she asks, I know what to suggest: |