When the world becomes strange

I know you'll hold me safe

When I am old and I am grey

I know you'll hold me again

Just like I hold you now

My little butterfly

You flit this way and that

Always coming back

Because the world is strange

You ask me if its okay

To fly away again

And I hold you and nod 

And away you go again

Always coming back. 

I know you'll hold me again

When I am old and grey

And the world becomes strange

My little butterfly.