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
'Til 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
t'was 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'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come
to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor butterfly