Poor Butterfly (Live)

Poor Butterfly (Live) - Andrea Motis/Joan Chamorro/Ignasi Terraza/Josep Traver

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 t'was 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 when she smiles through her tears

She murmurs low

The moon and

I know that he'll be faithful

I'm know he'll come to me

By and by

And if he won't come back

I want no a side

Or cry

I just must die

Poor butterfly

The moon and

I know that he'll be faithful

I'm oh he'll come to me

By and by

And you view won't come back

I want no a side

Or cry

I just must die

Poor butterfly