Poor Butterfly

Poor Butterfly - Johnny Mathis

Written by：J. L. Golden/R. Hubbell

There's a story told of a little Japanese

Sitting demurely neath 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 there she smiled through her tears

She murmured low

The moon and I knew that he'd be faithful

I'm sure he'd come to a by and by

But if he don't come back

Then she'd never sigh or cry

She just must die poor Butterfly

Poor Butterfly

Poor Butterfly