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The Melody Of The Monarch a song
copyright © Manus Patrick Fealy 2012
Sitting on the porch praying to my Guardian Angel
Asking Holy Angels to come dwell with me. Come Holy Angels
Come to my dwelling to hear the melody of the Monarch
in a song to Our Lady
Singing "The Petals of Her Rose" to the Monarch high above me
in the crisp air of Autumn Are You the last butterfly of September I'll
see? Your my left and right
my song of love calling to the One above
Don't let it be the last butterfly of September for me.
Don't let it be the last butterfly of September for me.
The crisp air of Autumn greets me in my belly
bundled up in layers and feeling older than my age.
Singing "The Petals of Her Rose" to the Monarch high above me
in the crisp air of Autumn Are You the last butterfly of September I'll
see? Your my left and right
my song of love calling to the One above
Don't let it be the last butterfly of September for me.
Don't let it be the last butterfly of September for me.
People walk up the street while sung to heaven
is the Melody of the Monarch in sickness and in health
Singing "The Petals of Her Rose" to the Monarch high above me
in the crisp air of Autumn Are You the last butterfly of September I'll
see? Your my left and right
my song of love calling to the One above
Don't let it be the last butterfly of September for me.
Don't let it be the last butterfly of September for me.
Your as graceful Your as peaceful
like a stream by a meadow Come Holy Angels
Come to my dwelling to hear the melody of the Monarch
in a song to Our Lady
Singing "The Petals of Her Rose" to the Monarch high above me
in the crisp air of Autumn Are You the last butterfly of September I'll
see? Your my left and right
my song of love calling to the One above
Don't let it be the last butterfly of September for me.
Don't let it be the last butterfly of September for me.
The Great Pawn Hunter