Poor Butterfly - Tony Bennett
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
And sure he'd come to me by and by
But if he don't come back then I never sigh or cry
I just must die poor butterfly
But if he don't come back then I never sigh or cry
I just must die poor butterfly