Flutter like a butterfly, riding on the wind,
Dancing and skipping over the land,
Upon Copper Hill you will rest on my hand.
You can stay put as time moves on,
But remember the good times and be on your way.
So fly little butterfly, fly on the wind
And one day we'll meet again.
Dancing and skipping over the land,
Upon Copper Hill you will rest on my hand.
You can stay put as time moves on,
But remember the good times and be on your way.
So fly little butterfly, fly on the wind
And one day we'll meet again.
Love Laura
