Little Butterfly, why do you cry?
The sun is gentle and warm,
The horizon holds no trace of storm.
Why do you cry, Little Butterfly?
The wind whistles gently with ease,
Why, it's no more than just a breeze.
Little Butterfly, why do you cry?
The flower blooms are so very new,
And the sky overhead is so very blue.
Little butterfly, why do you cry?
The sun is setting and the day is lost,
That is what your tears have cost.
Shining bright overhead is the moon,
Bright enough to make some people swoon.
Why do you cry, Little Butterfly?