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Elusive Butterfly Lyrics
"You might wake up some mornin'
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise
You'll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
Though it's too late for changing
someday you might look back exploring signs you left behind
If you remember something there that glided past you
followed close by heavy breathing
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
My name is not worth knowing
it's enough to know I'm a willing slave to something free
You might have seen me once or twice between the
walls of grown up tears and children's laughter
You might have seen me running through the
long-abandoned ruins of someone you used to be
And if you felt the brief caress of wings that fluttered past
with something running after
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin'
The morning sun is nodding to the prisoner
underneath whose restless questions are his bars
And all the clouds between the two look down
bewildered as to what he blindly follows
You might have stood in silence and heard
symphonies of wandering and wondered whose they are
They're compositions of a madman trying hard
to fill the part of him that's hollow
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
The open eyes of evening watch the penny-ante
festival of fools below the moon
The clumsy joker tries in vain to catch the prize
before a thousand laughing princes
The night gives way to morning and returns
to bring the darkness on the heels of afternoon
But if the night should bring the feeling of a distant
game of tag upon your senses
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love."
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise
You'll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
someday you might look back exploring signs you left behind
If you remember something there that glided past you
followed close by heavy breathing
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
it's enough to know I'm a willing slave to something free
You might have seen me once or twice between the
walls of grown up tears and children's laughter
You might have seen me running through the
long-abandoned ruins of someone you used to be
And if you felt the brief caress of wings that fluttered past
with something running after
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin'
underneath whose restless questions are his bars
And all the clouds between the two look down
bewildered as to what he blindly follows
You might have stood in silence and heard
symphonies of wandering and wondered whose they are
They're compositions of a madman trying hard
to fill the part of him that's hollow
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
festival of fools below the moon
The clumsy joker tries in vain to catch the prize
before a thousand laughing princes
The night gives way to morning and returns
to bring the darkness on the heels of afternoon
But if the night should bring the feeling of a distant
game of tag upon your senses
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love."
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This was the hit version, I don't know why it only comes up on the album and the Petula Clark version is shown as the single. I always loved the imagery on this song. The words and the music go together really well to create a really captivating dreamy, floating effect
@LeeRudyard In case you're interested and don't already know these are the full lyrics: "You might wake up some mornin' To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind And if you're quick enough to rise You'll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow Out on the new horizon You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings And if the sleep has left your ears You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
@LeeRudyard In case you're interested and don't already know these are the full lyrics: "You might wake up some mornin' To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind And if you're quick enough to rise You'll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow Out on the new horizon You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings And if the sleep has left your ears You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my...
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
You might have heard my footsteps Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind I might have even called your name As I ran searching after something to believe in
Though it's too late for changing someday you might look back exploring signs you left behind If you remember something there that glided past you followed close by heavy breathing
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
My name is not worth knowing it's enough to know I'm a willing slave to something free You might have seen me once or twice between the walls of grown up tears and children's laughter You might have seen me running through the long-abandoned ruins of someone you used to be And if you felt the brief caress of wings that fluttered past with something running after
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind If you remember something there That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin'
The morning sun is nodding to the prisoner underneath whose restless questions are his bars And all the clouds between the two look down bewildered as to what he blindly follows You might have stood in silence and heard symphonies of wandering and wondered whose they are They're compositions of a madman trying hard to fill the part of him that's hollow
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
The open eyes of evening watch the penny-ante festival of fools below the moon The clumsy joker tries in vain to catch the prize before a thousand laughing princes The night gives way to morning and returns to bring the darkness on the heels of afternoon But if the night should bring the feeling of a distant game of tag upon your senses
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love."
oh my god! no comments... what is wrong with you people. this is one of the most beautiful songs to come out in this generation. love it
One song on DON'T BE CONCERNED, the home of "Elusive Butterfly", that I like, is "The World Is Just a B-Movie", and in one line he laments how his parents hid him until he was sixteen inside a front loading washing machine...
In other parts of the song, Lind is praising how Sonny Bono saved him from a barber from about to start cutting his hair (described as "the law" merely means promoting the non-conforming long-hair trend the mid-'60's was perhaps evolving into, perhaps?) trivializing a lot of Hollywood/Entertainment of the time, sort of aspects...
And bemoaning about a self-comparison to Godzilla & King Kong, and perhaps sings the not-so-praises of the tedious task going from the joy of all sorts of chord changes to doing a song relegated to playing only A7th to D... Among other musical diatribes... -- Dave