A song about youth, nostalgia, and how we are all much the same. (Current version, 21/10/05)

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This was inspired by a picture of children playing with butterflies, sent to me by a friend from Brazil working with the indians there.

G C Am Em
I got a postcard in the mail the other day
C G C G
From a friend so far away
C D G C
Across the jungles and the rivers of Brazil
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Good to hear from my old friend May

It pictured children on a summer day
Butterflies surround them as they play
Butterfly, borboleta, spread your wings and flutter by
On gorgeous wings you fly away

When I was young I chased butterflies at play
They seemed so close but kept away
Memories of childhood all come back to this
Butterflies in a field on a summer day

So throughout the world, wherever you might stray
Think of what I'm trying to say
We were all once those children, playing in the sun
Butterflies around us as we play

Come let the borboletas carry your memories away
There's nothing more that I can say
Butterfly, borboleta, spread your wings and flutter by
On gorgeous wings you fly away

Copyright © 2003, Brian J. Dooley