I see her going,
Walking on the clouds she goes.
Where is she going?
A free Butterfly who dreams
Who wants to be ,
And doesn't think of anything else,
Only about living life.
If I'm sad, she comes to me,
A thousand smiles she brings.
She doesn't have a reason for giving them.
And she says, "Everything's all right, all right."
I'm here, and I'm yours,
I'm yours.