In the fever of July
The only sound is buzzing flies
Air so still in the green gray sky
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
Red Keds on my feet
I drag my doll in the dusty heat
Something stirs in the summer wheat
Far too high for little me to see
Far too high for little me to see
The first flash nearly struck me blind
The first blast caught me from behind
Red Keds now far below
I'm flying high inside a cyclone
I'm flying high inside a cyclone
In the fever of July
The only sound is buzzing flies
Air so still in the green gray sky
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
Anne Sandstrom - Wing of a Butterfly Lyrics
Anne Sandstrom - Wing of a Butterfly Lyrics
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In the fever of July
The only sound is buzzing flies
Air so still in the green gray sky
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
Red Keds on my feet
I drag my doll in the dusty heat
Something stirs in the summer wheat
Far too high for little me to see
Far too high for little me to see
The first flash nearly struck me blind
The first blast caught me from behind
Red Keds now far below
I'm flying high inside a cyclone
I'm flying high inside a cyclone
In the fever of July
The only sound is buzzing flies
Air so still in the green gray sky
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
The only sound is buzzing flies
Air so still in the green gray sky
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
Red Keds on my feet
I drag my doll in the dusty heat
Something stirs in the summer wheat
Far too high for little me to see
Far too high for little me to see
The first flash nearly struck me blind
The first blast caught me from behind
Red Keds now far below
I'm flying high inside a cyclone
I'm flying high inside a cyclone
In the fever of July
The only sound is buzzing flies
Air so still in the green gray sky
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
The only wind from the wing of a butterfly
Writer: Anne Sandstrom
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