Poor Butterfly - Frank Sinatra, Duke Ellington And His Big Band

Poor butterfly, needs 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 won’t come back

Then I’ll never sigh or cry

I just must die

Poor butterfly

But if he won’t come back

Then I’ll never sigh or cry

I just must die

Poor butterfly