It was a spring afternoon
when even the soul is in bloom.
I was seventeen and you fifteen,
you a school girl and i a dreamer.
And in that wheat field,
the sun fell first,
then, a pair of blue jeans
and a school skirt.
And the butterflies
were flying from flower to flower
and, for the first time, we found out
what love is all about.
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
were flying all around
and we, for the first time, found out,
what love is all about.
It was a spring afternoon,
today is winter, and there are flowers no more.
Time passes,
who would tell,
you house keeper, and I troubadour.
And the butterflies
were flying from flower to flower
and we, for the first time, found out
what love is all about.
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
were flying all around
and we, for the first time, found out,
what love is all about.
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
were flying all around
and we, for the first time, found out,
what love is all about.