Poor Butterfly Composer(s): Hubble; Golden Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
Theres a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterflys 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 hell be faithful Im sure hell come to me by and by But if he wont come back Then Ill never sigh or cry I just must die Poor Butterfly
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