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Old Men and Butterflies - Angelo Branduardi

Just off a highway a many ringed oak tree

Guarding forever his corner of meadow

Saw one hot june day a dusty old pedlar

Footsore and weary look round him

For shadow

"Come my weary friend and lay

Your pack upon the ground

And I will keep you safe if

You should care to rest your head

Come my weary friend and

Lay your troubles all around

And listen to the music

In the leaves above your bed "

Gladly the old man

Lay down by the oak tree

Muttered his thanks and fell soundly asleep

The old pedlar

Slept on for many an hour

Resting his head on his hand by and by:

He dreamed a dream

That he'd left his old body

And had become a fine gold butterfly

The golden butterfly went flitting

Flower after nower

And dreamed he was an old man

Fast asleep for many an hour

The golden butterfly went flitting

Flower after flower

And dreamed he was an old man

Sound asleep for many an hour

The old pedlar slept on beneath

The great oak tree

Dreaming his butterfly dream

Where he new free

The golden butterfly went flitting

Flower after flower

And dreamed he was an old man

Who could sleep for many an hour

The golden butterflies go flitting

Ever to explore

But dream that they are old men

Who can sleep for evermore