It came in like a freight train, cut a path some 2 miles wide
With so much devastation, can't believe more didn't die
As they were digging through the rubble, pulling sticks and stones away
Somehow little Maggie was OK

With a butterfly floating on the wind
Protectors and collectors, women, children and men
I believe in my soul when it's my time I'll take a ride
On the wings of a butterfly

It fought a long hard battle, they were standing by his side
Daughters sons and grand-kids came to pray and say goodbye
When they opened up that window he was overcome with peace
He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep

With a butterfly floating on the wind
Protectors and collectors, women, children and men
I believe in my soul and when it's my time I'll take a ride
On the wings of a butterfly

Well, this world is full of cynics
But that's alright with me
I like to think that angels
Can look like anything 

With a butterfly floating on the wind
Protectors and collectors, women, children and men
I believe in my soul when it's my time I'll take a ride
On the wings of a butterfly
 I'll take a ride on the wings of a butterfly
 I'll take a ride