Poor Butterfly(Album Version) - Susannah McCorkle

Poor Butterfly (Album Version) - Susannah McCorkle
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 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 is faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he don't come back
I want to ever sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor butterfly
Want you tell my love
Said the little Japanese
Tell him I'm waiting neath the cherry blossom trees
My seller man to see
The beans I'm humming brie
Say they guess
Everyday that passes makes one day last 'till
He comes to me
For once butterfly gives her heart away
She can't never love again
She is forever for all love this world
Through ages to come
So her face just smiles
And all her heart is growing up
The moon and I know that he is faithful
We're sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he don't come back
I'll want ever sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor butterfly