Sarah the Butterfly

Sarah was a butterfly golden winged Flying south for the winter in a blurry dream A big wind blew and she lost her way That's how she found this town She stayed around the fountain by the old town hall Made friends with a rabbit and a yellow dog But the winter's chill sent 'em all inside That's how she found this church And she hung out on the ceiling and on the wall In the chapel on Saturday Road Living on crackers and Holy Water and watching the Sundays roll And there were two or three weddings in a week sometimes Lovers turned bride and groom With the brown-haired preacher and his redhead wife And Sarah on the roof She thought I wish someone could love me too Now the brown-haired preacher and his red-haired wife They lived in the chapel and they cleaned at night Sometimes he sang and sometimes she danced And Sarah loved them both And she hung out on the ceiling and on the wall In the chapel on Saturday Road Living on crackers and Holy Water and watching the Sundays roll And there were five or six sermons in a week sometimes All the kids in Sunday school With the brown-haired preacher and his red head wife And Sarah on the roof She thought I wish someone could teach me too The months rolled by and the baby's overdue And the blizzards blowing hard outside And the white-haired doctor barely made it through Now the brown-haired preacher held his wife in pain And with a worried hand he wiped her face And somehow Sarah felt the pain there too From a million miles up upon that roof And she hung out on the ceiling and on the wall In the chapel on Saturday Road She said a silent prayer for the red haired lady And the preacher man below Then the white haired doctor saw a butterfly fly And with a weapon that he found And just before that baby cried he slammed the Bible down Well everything was different when she opened her eyes She was staring up at the ceiling this time And the brown-haired preacher held her in his arms He said you're a dream come true And Sarah we love you