From the recording Sugar On The Floor
It's a sidewalk graveyard of the caterpillar kind
it's a love-thought unspoken and it's dying in my mind
so won't you lay me down on a daisy field spread it real soft and low
i want to see my butterfly before i go
but the words escape me and they flutter through my head
when i try to reach up and catch them they're slipping through my net
so won't you lay me down on a daisy field spread it real soft and low
I want to see my butterfly before i go
but i'm always bruised up when I'm coming from your house but when you never lay a hand on me it always makes me sad
i want the touch of your love want to feel it real good and slow
i want to see my butterfly before i go