D   Cdim        G/E  A7            Gdim      D    D7+       Bm
Poor But - ter - fly     'neath the blossoms wait -ing;
     D6     F#7                   B7
Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so.
    B7       E7        A9         A7    D         D9     Bm
The moments pass into hours, the hours pass into years,
   Bm7/A   E7sus4              E7   Em7     G/B    A7sus4  A7
And as she smiles through her tears,    she murmurs low,

 D   Cdim    G/E  A7            Gdim      D      D7+     Bm
"The moon and I       know that he'll be faith - ful;
     D6             F#7          B7
I'm sure he'll come back, by and by.
           Em7                     Gm    D      D7+
But if he don't come back, then I never sigh or cry --
D  Fdim     Em7  A7       G/B   A7     D
I just must die."    Poor But - ter - fly.