The day is over.
And still so heavy on the mind:
in flew glowing, smiling Mother, b***erfly
in yellow
to join the frowning cactus crowd.
Finding flowers - even there - to flutter round.
I thought, Isn't Mother grand?
The way she flies and flies
into the sting of the cold
and the p**** of the barbed wire.
Isn't mother grand
to gladly fly and swiftly fly
into the sting of the cold
And still so heavy on the mind:
in flew glowing, smiling Mother, b***erfly
in yellow
to join the frowning cactus crowd.
Finding flowers - even there - to flutter round.
I thought, Isn't Mother grand?
The way she flies and flies
into the sting of the cold
and the p**** of the barbed wire.
Isn't mother grand
to gladly fly and swiftly fly
into the sting of the cold