Poor Butterfly



[Verse]
 * There's a story of a little Japanese
 * sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees.
 * Miss Butterfly her name.


 * A sweet little innocent child was she,
 * Till a fine young American from the sea.
 * To her garden came.


 * They met 'neath the cherry blossoms ev'ry day
 * and he taught her how to love in the 'Merican way,
 * To love with her soul! 'twas easy to learn;
 * Then he sailed away with a promise to return.

[Refrain]
 * Poor Butterfly!
 * 'neath the blossoms waiting
 * Poor Buttefly!
 * For she loved him so.


 * The moment pass into hours
 * The hours pass into years
 * And as she smiles through her tears,
 * She murmurs low,


 * The moon and I know that he be faithful,
 * I'm sure he come to me bye and bye.
 * But if he don't come back
 * Then I never sigh or cry
 * I must die.
 * Poor Butterfly.

[Verse]
 * "Won't you tell my love" she would whisper to the breeze
 * Tell him I'm waiting 'neath the cherry blossom trees.
 * My Sailor man to see.


 * The bees and the humming birds say they guess,
 * Ev'ry day that passes makes one day less.
 * 'Till you come to me.


 * For once Butterfly she gives her heart away,
 * She can never love again she is his for aye.
 * Through all of this world, For ages to come,
 * So her face just smiles, tho' her heart is growing numb.