Butterfly on a wheel (XIII. století)

Silver and gold and it’s growing cold Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone ‘Cause the mandolin wind is the melody That turns your heart to stone The heat of your breath carving shadows on the mist Every angel has the wish but she’s never been kissed A broken dream haunts you in your sleep And hiding in your smile A secret you must keep Love cuts you deep Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel There’s no scarlet in you Lay your veil down for me As sure as god made wine You can’t wrap your arms around a memory Take warmth from me Cold autumn winds cut sharp as a knife And in the dark for me You are the candle flame that flickers to life Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Wise men say, “All is fair in love and war"? And, “There’s no right and wrong in the design of love"? And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings Broken and torn, crushed like a flower under the snow And like a flower in spring, love will rise again to heal your wings Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel