Butterfly Fields

As we grow old And the leaves begin to plummet From the trees We're searching for a moment we Can seize before we go All is good This winters cold As the ground beneath my shoes Begins to freeze Her lips turn blue from red and in This breeze We stood Birds sing our favorite melody Fields of Butterflies as far as eyes Can see And in this life its you and me Life let us be The sun is warm Piercing through the layers of Thick clouds above our houses You stopped to smell the flowers In the ground and there we stood All is good Appalachian mountains Hardwood trees around them Cause happy comes in twos and Not in thousands Weres the proof? Well it Surrounds us Sadness cured Birds sing our favourite melody Fields of Butterflies as far as eyes Can see And in this life its you and me Life let us be We just screamed into the sky I Feel a happiness so high And in this life its you and me Life let us be Life let us be