Guffer - Linda Lewis

winter’s melted into spring

brings catepiller creeps in slowly, lowly

you know, he’s inches away through wedded green thing

until it builds a lonely room

he’s gonna sleep like death in a homemade tomb

then once I took a look away that brown cocoon

the silent pleasure to my eyes

beautiful butterfly

oh, won’t you flutter, flutter by my way?

won’t you decorate my day?

and the seasons keep turning around

for the reasons have yet to be found

and the world is turning on

and when something’s gone

you know it’s something’s coming

it’s something’s coming

when something’s gone, something’s coming

when something’s gone, something’s coming

something’s coming

he’s got dirt in his hair and his eyes and his ears

don’t you put him down

frayed teeth frightened my leaves

well, it’s been up to seven years in this town

it’s autumn

he’s must have dust a chance enough a

poor old guffer, nobody loves ya

let him go and didn’t seek

and now he’s only left with tobacco

weaken through his skin

times would have been, guffer gonna die soon

and a newborn baby gonna cry soon, way soon

and the seasons keep turning around

for the reasons have yet to be found

and the world is turning on

and when something’s gone,

you know it’s something’s coming

it’s something’s coming

when something’s gone, something’s coming

when something’s gone, something’s coming

when something’s gone, something’s coming

when something’s gone, something’s coming

when something’s gone,

something’s hanging round the corner

when something’s gone, something’s coming

something’s coming