Softer than silk and as warm as warm milk Light as air and able to fly Lost songs no bliss while they're waiting for her kiss Pannonica my butterfly
Fluttering one fair and bright as the Sun Light as wind embrassing the sky Colorful wings soft and gaily painted things Pannonica my butterfly
Like the lovely flowers I'll wait for hours Just to fell that touch the touch I love so much One day she'll flutter by and I'll hold out my hand And capture my butterfly
Delicate things such as butterfly wings Poets can't describe though they try Love played the tune while she steps from her cacoon Pannonica my lovely, lovely little butterfly
