A little girl and her butterfly
Basking in the fields,
Oh what a lovely sight to see
For now there is a time
And there is a place
To remember the good old days
When love was just love;
Oh how the good old days
Changed my life
For this little girl will always be
Basking in the fields
And the past will always be the past
One can only hope
To leave it there.
Alas, alas the past
One rose, one gold, one butterfly
She staggers in the breeze
This broken rag doll
Swinging from tree to tree
Like an invisible monkey
To whom does this doll belong?
Behold I hear the wind cry
Beating all the drums
For the past, the past is here at last!
Underneath the tree I surrender;
Surrender, surrender to the trees
For I love her just the same
I break the pieces of the past that bleeds
This broken rag doll
As she staggers in the breeze
One rose, one gold, one butterfly
Will always be remembered
Alas, alas the past
I carry my heart with me
Through breezy towns I surrender;
Surrender, surrender through breezy towns
Such beauty resonates with me
Through open arms
What pride is pride upon the wall
When love sees all?
For I don\'t question the stars at night
In winter\'s blithe
Alas, alas the past
In the winter\'s day
A ray of light is bombarded
What secrets do you have to tell?
Can you see this girl in a wishing well
Hoping for peace and harmony?
Behold, behold the wishing well
Fame and fortune is allured
To whom does the past rebel?
I fall upon
A broken bell,
I fall upon
My past
To whom does this concern
When all can be put to rest?
Alas, alas the past
I carry my heart with me
In broken pieces;
In broken pieces of the bell
No one can tell
The sensory of my secrets in dismay
For I am the past, and the past is me
Alas,
Alas the past.