(with)(is)(h ark)(k ind)with er’t isd arkbe h indBE GLAD
Is it raining, little flower?Be glad of rain.Too much sun would wither thee;’Twill shine again.The clouds are very dark,’Tis true;But right behind themShines the blue.
Is it raining, little flower?Be glad of rain.Too much sun would wither thee;’Twill shine again.The clouds are very dark,’Tis true;But right behind themShines the blue.
Is it raining, little flower?Be glad of rain.Too much sun would wither thee;’Twill shine again.
Is it raining, little flower?
Be glad of rain.
Too much sun would wither thee;
’Twill shine again.
The clouds are very dark,’Tis true;But right behind themShines the blue.
The clouds are very dark,
’Tis true;
But right behind them
Shines the blue.
Butterfly, butterfly, you’re a fairy bright,Flying high, flying low, in the summer light.
Butterfly, butterfly, you’re a fairy bright,Flying high, flying low, in the summer light.
Butterfly, butterfly, you’re a fairy bright,Flying high, flying low, in the summer light.
Butterfly, butterfly, you’re a fairy bright,
Flying high, flying low, in the summer light.