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Poor Butterfly - Valaida Snow



     
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There's a story told of a little Japanese
Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly her name, a sweet little innocent child was she
Till a fine young American from the sea, to her garden came
They met 'neath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love in the American way
To love with a soul was easy to learn
And he sailed away with a promise to return
Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting
Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so
The moments pass into hours, the hours pass into years
And there she smiled through her tears, she murmured low
The moon and I knew that he'd be faithful
She knew he'd come to a by and by
But if he n'er came back, she'd never sigh or cry

She just would die, poor Butterfly
But if he n'er came back, she'd never sigh or cry
She just would die, poor Butterfly
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Valaida Snow (born June 2, 1905, Chattanooga, Tennessee; died May 30, 1956, New York City) was an African American jazz musician and entertainer. Raised in Cleveland City, Tennessee by a family devoted to music, she learned to play cello, bass, banjo, violin, mandolin, harp, accordion, clarinet, trumpet, and saxophone at professional levels by the time she was 15. She also sang and danced. After focusing on the trumpet, Valaida quickly became so famous that she was named "Little Louis" after Louis Armstrong. She played concerts throughout the USA, Europe and China.

Read more about Valaida Snow on Last.fm.


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