Hands of the hour tick on by
letting us know how time can fly
Picture frames standing still
remind us how to be if we just will

Catch and hold every moment as it flies
hold gentliy but tightly your mental butterflies
You never know when one may slip away
and you've one less memory to replay

Life is precious, yes, but fragile, too
take every chance to say "I love you"
Who can know when one we know may fly?
and all you'll have is moments to remember by

Hands of the hour tick on by
warning us how time does fly
Candlelight stars so far above
bid comfort and God's eternal love

Catch and hold every moment as it flies
hold gently but tightly those precious, precious butterflies
You cannot know when a loved one can no longer stay
worry not; they've not gone far away

You'll see them again, of this I swear
Just 'cause they can't be seen doesn't mean they're not there.
A guardian angel now stands by your side
bringing rainbow wings and china skies.

Hands of the hour tick on by
murmuring of how time forever flies
Butterfly wings so thin and fine--
the color of rain, fall, and wine--
Remind us daily in their silent way
to cherish each and every day.