Sarah Vaughan - Poor Butterfly lyrics

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 every day 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