Poor Butterfly

アーティスト	東京プレミアム・ジャズ・セッション feat.Grace Mahya
作詞	John Golden
作曲	Raymond Hubbell

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
'Till 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 in the American way
To love with her soul, 'twas easy to learn
Then he sailed away with a promise to return

Poor Butterfly
'Neath the cherry 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 don't come back then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die, poor Butterfly