Poor Butterfly

Poor butterfly, needs 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
But if he won’t come back
Then I’ll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor butterfly