Poor Butterfly

There's a story told of a little Japanese
 Sitting demurely beneath 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, every day
 And he taught her how to love in the American way
 To love with a soul was easy to learn
 And 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 smiled through her tears
 She murmured low
 The moon and I
 Knew that he'd be faithful
 She knew he'd come
 To a by and by
 But if he n'er came back
 She'd never sigh or cry
 She just would die
 Poor Butterfly
 But if he n'er came back
 She'd never sigh or cry
 She just would die
 Poor Butterfly