Treeful of Starling

A moth is not a butterfly And I know why, I know why It kind of makes you want to cry That a moth is not a butterfly But some are happy in the bluest sky And others search in the dark of night And sadness is a silent right A moth is not a butterfly A

Hey hey hey, my little beauties Come in and get warm Hey hey hey, my little beauties Forever is the storm You are what God made you Everyone can see You don't have to change for no-one Especially not me Hey hey hey, my little beauties There's tragedy