Nat King Cole - Poor Butterfly lyrics

There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss bu*terfly's her name A sweet little innocent child was she Till a fine young American from the sea To her garden came They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day And he taught her how to love the American way To love with a soul 'twas easy to learn Then he sailed away with a promise to return Poor bu*terfly 'neath the blossoms waiting Poor bu*terfly, for she loved him so The moments pa** into hours The hours pa** 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 I'll never sigh or cry I just must die Poor bu*terfly