ou came to my open window,
My warm hand was waiting for you.
You came to my warm hand of love.
I gave you your freedom, freedom to fly.
Fly, fly my butterfly.
Fly my butterfly, fly home,
Home over the ocean
Will I ever see you again?
Maybe you’re gone, gone forever
To a land, behind the mountains and deep valleys.
Far away from me, you wild free beautiful butterfly.
Fly, fly, fly.