Lyrics:

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 murmers 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, then I never sigh or cry
I just must die.' Poor Butterfly.