Poor Butterfly歌词

作词 : Raymond Hubbell/John Golden
作曲 : Raymond Hubbell/John Golden
There's a story told of a little
JapaneseSitting 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 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 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, then
I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die, poor
Butterfly