Angelo Branduardi - Old Men And Butterflies Lyrics
Just off a highway, a many ringed oak tree,Guarding forever his corner of meadow,Saw one hot June day a dusty old pedlarFootsore and weary look round him for shadow…“Come my weary friend and lay your pack upon the groundAnd I will keep you safe if you should care to rest your head.Come my weary friend and lay your troubles all aroundAnd listen to the music in the leaves above your bed”.Gladly the old manLay down by the oak treeMuttered his thanks and fell soundly asleep…The old pedlarSlept on for many an hourResting his head on his hand by and by:He dreamed a dream that he’d left his old bodyAnd had become a fine gold butterfly…The golden butterfly went flitting flower after flowerAnd dreamed he was an old man fast asleep for many an hour…The golden butterfly went flitting flower after flowerAnd dreamed he was an old man fast asleep for many an hour.The old pedlar slept on beneath the great oak treeDreaming his butterfly dream where he flew free…The golden butterfly went flitting flower after flowerAnd dreamed he was an old man fast asleep for many an hour…The golden butterflies go fitting ever to exploreBut dream that they are old men who can sleep for evermore.
