Words and Music by David Harley (all rights reserved) Not to be confused with The Butterfly, a slip jig of which there’s also a recording sitting on this site somewhere.
Demo version (vocal over-recorded: sorry, I’ll get back to it…)
Same demo version trying out some 2nd guitar ideas. Rough, but I’ll get back to that, too.
You can’t cage a butterfly, not unless you break its wings (x2)
You can cage a songbird, but you can’t make him sing
I went over the hill and I heard some flyer blow (x2)
I’ve been too long in the city: time to pack my grip and go
You think I’m fooling, but honey, it’s a fact
You had a good old mule, but you just broke his back
My good friend Vic Cracknell, who among other musical activities runs open mike nights around Surrey, where I lived for several years, often used to introduce me as someone who plays authentic blues. As a result of which, I got used to introducing this along the lines of: “This is a traditional blues. However, it differs from most traditional blues in that it was written on the platform at Chalk Farm Tube station after an evening at the Enterprise folk club in 1983.” Essentially a 12- bar but with more minor chording than you might expect from a classic 12-bar.