Poor Butterfly, 'neath the
blossoms waiting
Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years,
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,
She murmurs low,
The moon and I know that
he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come back by and by
But if he don't come back,
I'm sure he'll come back by and by
But if he don't come back,
I just must die, poor
Butterfly
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