It came in like a freight train Cut a path some 2 miles wide With so much devistation Can’t believe more didn’t die As they were diggin’ through the rubble Pullin’ stickes and stones away Somehow little maggie was ok
With a butterfly Floatin’ 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
She fought a long hard battle They were standing by her side Daughters sons and grandkids Came to pray and say goodbye When they opened up that window She was overcome with peace Closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep
With a butterfly Floatin’ 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
Well this world is full of cynics But that’s alright with me I like to think that angels Can look like anythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
