Paul Weller - Amongst Butterflies

The empty woods where we played
Every hour of every day
The holidays went on forever

And in the woods was a soldier's tomb
The ghost of which looked over you
And God was there amongst the trees
We felt his whisper as the summer's breeze
And every night and every day
I learnt to love it in a special way
As I remember
What it's like to walk amongst butterflies

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