Veronica Collens • Words of a Song
Our Place
[Jazz-Blues]
Last Sunday
Saw our place
It's loved now
By someone new
Hasn't changed
Grass is soft
And the flowers
Are just as bluew
- He reminded me of you
So warm so right
She wanted to hold him, so tight
Oh so very tightly
Sweet Butterfly
Loved that Bumble Bee
This morning
Saw our place
The new people
Have problems too
They quarrelled
Like we did
Her tears fell
Just like the dew
- It reminded me of us
And I felt so sad
She wanted her freedom, so bad
Oh so very badly
Cruel Butterfly
Hurt that Bumble Bee
Then she flew away