Poor Butterfly

(Butterfly, butterfly)
(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'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

(But if he don't come back)
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor butterfly

(Butterfly, butterfly)
(Poor butterfly)