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Lyrics

Butterflies

I sit like a toad on a mushroom
‘cross the wall of kitchen things
Outside the wind-swept leaves
Harbour in the doorway
Till that witchin’ whirl puts them in a spell
And sends them off dancing
Like butterflies from Heaven

“Did you know my father?”
I asked the waitress
He used to come here sometimes
I know
He had blond hair
They called him Whitey
Oh Charlie she said
I’ve heard he's been sick
I’ve heard a lot about you
When you see him tell him
Irma said "Hello"

I don't know how to tell you
They called me on the phone
Didn't talk to him that night I know
And the sky was grey I felt so alone
Needed someone to hold my hand

She took my cup and she filled it
The hurt will pass you see in time
I saw your father about a month ago
In the bar next door
I heard him sing his favourite song
"Show Me the Way to Go Home"
Baby the Lord will help you carry on

I don't know how to tell you
They called me on the phone
Didn't talk to him that night I know
And the sky was grey I felt so alone
Needed someone to hold my hand

I sit like a toad on a mushroom
Cradling coffee like a lost friend
The autumn leaves wait in the doorway
For the witchin’ whirl
To put them in a spell
And send them off dancing
Like butterflies from Heaven


Words and Music by Gary Browe
© 2016 Gary Browe, All Rights Reserved
garybrowe.com

MUSICIANS
Gary Browe – Acoustic Guitar & Vocals
Larry Prentiss – Bass