There's a silver bike
  you know that I like
  'cause I ride it on home
  to you
  
  there's a wind in the air
  just as smooth as your hair
  and I'm comming on home
  to you
  
  playing butterflies
  playing butterflies
  playing butterflies
  with you
  
  as the sun and the moon
  take the turns over june
  please don't leave me to soon
  in bloom
  
  it's the story of us
  and I feel that i must
  get it out of my system 'cause
  you're gone
  
  playing butterflies
  playing butterflies
  playing butterflies
  with you