Poor Butterfly (Live On The Ed Sullivan Show, June 2, 1957)

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, poor butterfly