Buttercups

They're buttercups and I'm pulling my fingers through I'm dreaming of all the things I'd like to do I'm dreaming of buttercups and pulling my hands through Like buttercups and I'm twisting and churning and turning Buttercup fields The butter yellow petals fall on the floor The green green grass of the buttercup meadows I'm pulling my fingers through I'm pulling my hands through, it's easy like butter Their yellow smiling faces all gaze up at me Buttercup meadows Oh, the buttercup fields Oh, the buttercup fields La la la La la la La la la La la la They remind me of thе simpler days Oh, the buttercup fiеlds Oh, the buttercup fields They're buttercups and I'm pulling my fingers through I'm dreaming of all the things that I'd like to do I'm dreaming of buttercups and I'm pulling my hands through Like butter it's twisting and churning and turning Buttercup fields And I'm pulling my hands through, it's easy like butter Their yellow smiling faces all gaze up at me Oh, the buttercup fields Oh, the buttercup fields Oh, they're so open and gay Oh, I'm thinking of the simpler days Oh, the simpler days Oh, the simpler days Buttercup fields Oh, the buttercup fields Oh, the buttercup fields Oh, the buttercup fields Oh, the buttercup fields Oh, the buttercup fields