A velvet moon emitted thought-provoking light
that shined through the minds of the creatures of the night
Joyous screams out of the fields of dreams
as moonbeams gleamed off the glitter-filled streams
that once led to the rivers made of honey and milk
Fly, butterfly, fly...upon your golden wings of silk
The roses are red, and the violets were, too
for it was far too glorious for any to be blue
High above a mountain top, an eagle proudly soared
ever so graceful as the rushing waters roared
toward rainbow-colored waterfalls that tumbled far below
splashing into morning dew that started long ago
when God raised his hand and first gave this world its birth
but we've since taken a match to our papier mache earth...
that shined through the minds of the creatures of the night
Joyous screams out of the fields of dreams
as moonbeams gleamed off the glitter-filled streams
that once led to the rivers made of honey and milk
Fly, butterfly, fly...upon your golden wings of silk
The roses are red, and the violets were, too
for it was far too glorious for any to be blue
High above a mountain top, an eagle proudly soared
ever so graceful as the rushing waters roared
toward rainbow-colored waterfalls that tumbled far below
splashing into morning dew that started long ago
when God raised his hand and first gave this world its birth
but we've since taken a match to our papier mache earth...