FLY AWAY, BUTTERFLY 



farewell butterfly welcomed 



Fly away, butterfly, 



Fly away home ; 

 The summer is going, 



And autumn has come. 



The asters are blooming, 



The nuts are all ripe, 

 Jack Frost comes to see us 



Almost every night. 



So fly away, butterfly, 



Fly far away 

 To the land where the sunshine 



And sweet roses stay. 



And when, in the spring time, 



The sunshine is here, 

 You must return 



And be welcomed, my dear. 



Youth's Companion* 



