My Mum was by now house-bound. I stood with my sister in the childhood garden and four yellow butterflies rose from a plant and thought of this song. I play this in memory of my Mum
Lyrics, as on Jane Weaver's website: I’ve been trying to find another map For this love For this love Where the destinations still intact To the sun To the sun And the patterns are confusing me To this love Don’t be alone Did you see Butterflies On the map Changing light? Images Paradigm Never fade Fossilised. I’ve been trying to find another map For this love For this love