#495 - Pretty as a Butterfly
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Pretty, as a butterfly, that's shining in the sun;
Sipping all the flowers where there's honey or there's none.
How I wish that I could live as happy and as free,
Like a pretty butterfly, or else a humming bee!
Glancing in the warm rays merrily, the day
It never seems to linger, for it quickly goes away;
nothing in a lifetime seems to be as free
As a pretty butterfly, or else a humming bee. Oh!
chorus:
Pretty, as a butterfly, that's shining in the sun;
Sipping all the flowers where there's honey or there's none.
How I wish that I could live as happy and as free,
Like a pretty butterfly, or else a humming bee!
When my heart is laden with its sorrow or its care,
I watch the pretty butterflies that flutter in the air;
I know that they are happy, and I wonder why not I,
Nothing seems so merry as a pretty butterfly.
First they woo the daisies, then a blushing rose,
Flirting in the sunny rays with every floer that grows;
How I oft in envy wish that I could be
As happy as a pretty butterfly, or else a humming bee. Oh!
Down a shady leafy lane there dwells a little maid,
Upon my heart her loving eyes have made a tender raid;
In the quiet evening, when I pass her cottage door,
She throws a kiss to bid me hope while I return a score!
I wish she was a wild rose and I a butterfly,
In the shady leafy lane to her I quickly fly;
Telling her I loved her all the whole day long—
Life would only seem to me a tender loving song. Oh!