Butterfly. . .
When I was at nine. . . a teacher of mine said who kills is cruel
Who makes war is a fool
And only peace is a tool
That’s what I learned in school
So I kept livin’ by the rule

Butterfly. . .
I’m over twenty now. . . livin’ in plenty but I carry a gun
I’m in a war that ain’t done
In a war that can’t be won
At home is my lovin’one
Who now knows making war ain’t fun

Butterfly fly. . . from this battlefield up to the sky
To my love one and tell her that I
Learned to kill now and I don’t know why
Butterfly see. . . You must fly over oceans for me
Take my love to my love one on your satin wings my butterfly