Songtexte Butterfly (Over The Hill) - David Harley

You can't cage a butterfly, not unless you break its wings
You can't cage a butterfly, not unless you break its wings
You can cage a songbird, but you can't make him sing

I went over the hill and I heard some flyer blow
I went over the hill and I heard that midnight flyer blow
I've been too long in the city: time to pack my grip and go

You think I'm fooling, but honey, it's a fact
You think I'm fooling, but honey, it's a fact
You had a good old mule, but you just broke his back