Just Like A Butterfly 1927

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 14 Oct 2002

When it's raining from the sky,
and I see a butterfly,
I can almost hear him sighing
'Cause he has to stop his flying.
I can eas'ly sympathize
with those helpless butterflies.

Here I am lonely,
tired and lonely,
crying for home in vain,
just like a butterfly
that's caught in the rain.
Longing for flowers,
dreaming of hours
back in the sunkiss'd lane,
just like a butterfly
that's caught in the rain.
I know that all of the world is cheery
by that old cottage door.
Why are my wings so weary,
I can't fly any more?
Here I am praying,
brokenly saying:
"Give me the sun again,"
just like the butterfly
that's caught in the rain.

Here I am lonely,
tired and lonely,
crying for home in vain,
just like a butterfly
that's caught in the rain.
Longing for flowers,
dreaming of hours
back in the sunkiss'd lane,
just like a butterfly
that's caught in the rain.
I know that all of the world is cheery
by that old cottage door.
Why are my wings so weary,
I can't fly any more?
Here I am praying,
brokenly saying:
"Give me the sun again,"
just like the butterfly
that's caught in the rain.

When the little drops of rain
patter on my window pane,
all the world is dark and gloomy,
No one gives affection to me.
Wish that I could fly away
to somebody's arms today..

Here I am lonely,
tired and lonely,
crying for home in vain,
just like a butterfly
that's caught in the rain.
Longing for flowers,
dreaming of hours
back in the sunkiss'd lane,
just like a butterfly
that's caught in the rain.
I know that all of the world is cheery
by that old cottage door.
Why are my wings so weary,
I can't fly any more?
Here I am praying,
brokenly saying:
"Give me the sun again,"
just like the butterfly
that's caught in the rain.

Here I am lonely,
tired and lonely,
crying for home in vain,
just like a butterfly
that's caught in the rain.
Longing for flowers,
dreaming of hours
back in the sunkiss'd lane,
just like a butterfly
that's caught in the rain.
I know that all of the world is cheery
by that old cottage door.
Why are my wings so weary,
I can't fly any more?
Here I am praying,
brokenly saying:
"Give me the sun again,"
just like the butterfly
that's caught in the rain.

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Just Like A Butterfly 1927
Music by Harry Woods
Lyrics by Mort Dixon
copyright 1927 by Jerome H. Remick and Co. New York
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Monday 14 Octopber 2002 at 16.38
in association with Doug Grierson
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set as a Fox-Trot Song though sung differently
as a ballad.
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