Butterfly

Butterfly ... 
Butterfly ... 

Orange and black, bright dusty wing 
Flutter through fields where the summer birds sing 
Blown like a paper, hour by hour 
Over the grass, from flower to flower 
Butterfly ... 
Butterfly ... 

When flowers close and darkness grows deep ... 
When children run home and stars start to peep ... 
When it is nighttime, where do you sleep, butterfly? 

Butterfly ... 

(?), soft as a rose 

Rest on my hand; open and close 

(??) 

Tell me the secret; I have to know 
(?) 
When the moon rises, where do you go? 
Where do you go? 
Butterfly ... 
Butterfly ... 
Butterfly ... 
Butterfly ... 
Butterfly ... 
Butterfly!