Poor Butterfly

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'll be faithful

I know he'll come to me

By and by

But if he don't come back

Then I'll never sigh or cry

I just must die

Poor Butterfly