Black Butterfly - Charles Lloyd

You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY

With your wings frayed and torn

Laughter’s your’s so is scorn

As they point to you in shame

You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY

With your wings near fire

But confess when your tire

Is the candle worth the flame?

Your Queen of the Night

But with morning’s early light

There’s not a hear to really call your own;

So before it’s too late

Change your ways and repent

Take my love that was meant

For BLACK BUTTERFLY along

You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY

With your wings frayed and torn

Laughter’s your’s so is scorn

As they point to you in shame

You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY

With your wings near fire

But confess when your tire

Is the candle worth the flame?

Your Queen of the Night

But with morning’s early light

There’s not a hear to really call your own;

So before it’s too late

Change your ways and repent

Take my love that was meant

For BLACK BUTTERFLY along