When shegot seven pence
For a song and a dance
She was very happy
She was running and running
To give what she got to her mother
Then her mother would say:
"You'll be famous one day,
Ev'ryone will love you
There's no star above you in the sky"
Fly high, fly high
Fly away little butterfly
Fly high, fly high
Make your way little butterfly
Fly high
Fly, fly high butterfly
She was famous one day
And the people would pay
Any prize to see her
She was singing and dancing
Like nobody else but her mother
But her mother who'd seen
What she did on the screen
Said: "It's getting better
Said: "It's getting better
Ev'ry time"
Fly high, fly high
Fly away little butterfly
Fly high, fly high
Make your way little butterfly
fly high
Fly, fly high butterfly
Fly high, fly high
Fly away little butterfly
Fly high, fly high
Make your way little butterfly
fly high
Fly, fly high butterfly
Fly, fly high butterfly
Fly, fly high butterfly
Fly, fly high butterfly
Fly, fly high butterfly
Fly, fly high butterfly