Poor Butterfly

　　Poor Butterfly - Johnny Mathis

　　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

　　She knew he'd come to a by and by

　　But if he n'er came back

　　She'd never sigh or cry

　　She just would die poor Butterfly

　　Poor Butterfly

　　Poor Butterfly