A little old man said hey to a butterfly How do your wings take you away Well I was sittin' in a cocoon Underneath the yellow moon in the winter time One opened up and I started to fly The wind came from the east so I flew to the west Now I really don't know why Lord I guess I knew that way best
How does night turn to day How does sunshine turn to rain How come things have to change How don't matter anyway
So the little bitty butterfly sat and asked the man How do your songs take you away I was sitting on a barstool wasn't feelin' real cool labeled habitual liar My wound opened up and I started to write Words came for the more but I wrote for the less Now I really don't know why Lord I guess I knew that way best
How does night turn to day How does sunshine turn to rain How come things have to change How don't matter anyway, anyway
How does night turn to day How does sunshine turn to rain How come things have to change How don't matter anyway, anyway
How does night turn to day How does sunshine turn to rain How come things have to change How don't matter anywayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
