I watched them come, they were free,
I watched them flutter by,
It was such a beautiful melody.
It was so beautiful you would not believe,
What I just had seen,
Come and go on painted wings

The music they made
Ventured to my lonely ears,
Easing all my uneasy fears.
I watched them come and go on painted wings,
Listening to the joy they bring.

They came and fluttered by on painted wings,
Floating on the softest breeze.
They sweetened the air
For an eternity, this I could bear.

They were a painted butterfly,
In the company
Of the bees hiding in the honey trees.

The music they made it did not fade,
Because it was a painted butterfly,
Floating on the breeze
In the company,
Of swaying honey trees and buzzing bumblebees.