Catch Another Butterfly

John Denver

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CATCH ANOTHER BUTTERFLY DO YOU REMEMBER DAYS NOT SO VERY LONG AGO WHEN THE WORLD WAS RUN BY PEOPLE TWICE YOUR SIZE? AND THE DAYS WERE FULL OF LAUGHTER AND THE NIGHTS WERE FULL OF STARS AND WHEN YOU GREW TIRED YOU COULD CLOSE YOUR EYES. YES THE STARS WERE THERE FOR WISHING AND THE WIND WAS THERE FOR KITES AND THE MORNING SUN WAS THERE FOR "RISE AND SHINE" AND EVEN IF THE SNIFFLES KEPT YOU HOME FROM SCHOOL IN BED YOU COULDN’T HARDLY STAY THERE AFTER NINE. AND I WONDER IF THE SMELL OF MORNING’S FADED WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ROBIN’S SONG THAT SPARKLED IN THE SKY? WHERE’S ALL THE WATER GONE THAT TUMBLED DOWN A STREAM? WILL I EVER CATCH ANOTHER BUTTERFLY? DO YOU REMEMBER CAMP-OUTS RIGHT IN YOUR OWN BACK YARD WONDERIN’ HOW AEROPLANES COULD FLY? AND THE HOURS SPENT JUST PLAYIN’ WITH A FUNNY ROCK YOU FOUND WITH CRYSTAL SPECKS AS BLUE AS ALL THE SKY AND I WONDER IF THE SMELL OF MORNING’S FADED WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ROBIN’S SONG THAT SPARKLED IN THE SKY? WHERE’S ALL THE WATER GONE THAT TUMBLED DOWN A STREAM? WILL I EVER CATCH ANOTHER BUTTERFLY? NOW I WATCH MY SON HE’S PLAYIN’ WITH HIS TOYS HE’S HAPPY AND I GIVE HIM ALL I CAN. BUT I CAN’T HELP FEELIN’ JUST A LITTLE TINGLY INSIDE WHEN I HEAR HIM SAY HE WANTS TO BE A MAN. AND I WONDER IF THE SMELL OF MORNING’S FADED WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ROBIN’S SONG THAT SPARKLED IN THE SKY? WHERE’S ALL THE WATER GONE THAT TUMBLED DOWN A STREAM? WILL I EVER CATCH ANOTHER BUTTERFLY? WILL I EVER CATCH ANOTHER BUTTERFLY? WILL I EVER CATCH ANOTHER BUTTERFLY?

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La chanson évoque la nostalgie des jours insouciants de l'enfance, où les joies simples, comme le rire et les étoiles, remplissaient chaque instant. L'artiste se souvient des moments passés à observer la nature, à s'émerveiller des petits plaisirs, tout en se questionnant sur le fait que ces instants semblent s'évanouir avec le temps. Il ressent aussi une légère mélancolie en voyant son fils jouer, se demandant si ces souvenirs d’émerveillement resteront vivants au fur et à mesure qu'il grandit. C'est une belle réflexion sur le passage du temps, la perte de l'innocence et le désir de préserver ces instants précieux.