Poor Butterfly Lyrics - The Hackett Horn - Bobby Hackett & His Orchestra

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 beneath the cherry blossoms every day 

And he taught her how to love the American way 

To love with a 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'll be faithful 

I'm sure he'll come to me by and by 

But if he won't come back 

Then I'll never sigh or cry 

I just must die 

Poor Butterfly