Frank Sinatra - Poor Butterfly lyrics

'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 back

By and by

But if he don't come back

I just must die

Poor Butterfly

(Repeat, then modulate and repeat again