| [00:11.145] | There's a story told of a little Japanese |
| [00:19.170] | Sitting demurely neath the cherry blossom trees |
| [00:26.956] | Miss Butterfly's her name |
| [00:37.829] | A sweet little innocent child was she |
| [00:45.979] | Till a fine young American from the sea |
| [00:55.657] | To her garden came |
| [01:03.226] | They met neath the cherry blossoms everyday |
| [01:11.199] | And he tought her how to love in the American way |
| [01:18.667] | To love with her soul was easy to learn |
| [01:29.308] | Then he sailed away with a promise to return |
| [01:44.634] | Poor butterfly |
| [01:50.855] | Neath the blossoms waiting |
| [01:59.074] | Poor Butterfly |
| [02:05.233] | For she loved him so |
| [02:14.184] | The moments pass into hours |
| [02:21.135] | The hours pass into years |
| [02:27.428] | And as she smiles through her tears |
| [02:34.895] | She murmurs low |
| [02:41.201] | The moon and I know that he'll be faithful |
| [02:54.857] | I'm sure he'll come to me by and by |
| [03:09.011] | But if he won't come back |
| [03:13.921] | Then I'll never cry or sigh |
| [03:21.459] | I just must die |
| [03:27.758] | Poor butterfly |