there's a silver bike

you know that I like

'cause I ride it on home

to you


there's a wind in the air

just as smooth as your hair

and I'm coming on home

to you


playing butterflies

playing butterflies

playing butterflies

with you


as the sun and the moon

take the turns over june

please don't leave me too soon

in bloom


it's the story of us

and I feel that i must

get it out of my system 'cause 

you're gone


playing butterflies

playing butterflies

playing butterflies

with you