Butterfly, lend me your wings, I pray,
Lend me your wings for a golden day,
I would fly over the bush and tree,
Over the children that play with me.
The butterfly lent me his wings, but I
Stayed right on the ground—I could not fly;
My feet were heavy, my head would fall,
Butterfly, I cannot fly at all!
Butterfly, butterfly, take your wings,
I must go walking like other things,
Butterfly, take back your wings again,
And I shall run after you through the glen.