Текст песни Poor Butterfly - Jerry Vale

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 will be faithful
I'm sure, he'll come to me, by and by
But if he don't come back, then I never sigh, or cry
I just must die, poor butterfly

But if he don't come back then I never sigh or cry
But if he don't come back, then I never sigh, or cry