Poor Butterfly (Album Version) - Susannah McCorkle

There's a story told of a little Japanese

Sitting demurely neath the cherry blossom trees

Miss Butterfly's 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 everyday

And he taught her how to love the American way

To love with her soul twas easy to learn

Then he sailed away with a promise to return

Poor butterfly

Neath the blossoms waiting

Poor Butterfly

For she loved him so

The moments 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 is faithful

I'm sure he'll come to me by and by

But if he don't come back

I want to ever sigh or cry

I just must die

Poor butterfly

Want you tell my love

Said the little Japanese

Tell him I'm waiting neath the cherry blossom trees

My seller man to see

The beans I'm humming brie

Say they guess

Everyday that passes makes one day last 'till

He comes to me

For once butterfly gives her heart away

She can't never love again

She is forever for all love this world

Through ages to come

So her face just smiles

And all her heart is growing up

The moon and I know that he is faithful

We're sure he'll come to me by and by

But if he don't come back

I'll want ever sigh or cry

I just must die

Poor butterfly