once i loved a butterfly do not wonder how do not ask me why but i believed what i would have been told all things that glitter cannot be gold ooooo ooo yeah all things that glitter cannot be gold those jealous minds conspired to say just let that creature fly away how can it be she has it all her pride is headed for a fall oh lord what races we run seeking our place in the sun reaching and doping we will find the right one now every day a new joy brings my butterfly grew golden wings it seems we find as we grow old some things that glitter may be gold so let us mind what is there to see before our hearts become too cold in spite of all that we have been told some things that glitter may be gold ooooo ooo yeah some things that glitter may be gold ooooo ooo yeah some things that glitter may be gold