The young geisha revels,
Revels in happiness.
She married the American,
He became the love of her life,
And then he went away.
Butterfly waited in hope,
Hoping he would return,
Return and see his son,
His son of which he knew not.
The songs of love flowed,
Flowed from the voice of Butterfly
In an absolute wonder
Showing how emotive,
How emotive music can be.
He did return,
But was married,
Married to an American lady.
Butterly was devastated,
Could see no further life,
No further life for herself.
Her son was given to the Americans
And there amongst all the tears,
All the tears of the audience
Butterfly took her life.
A wonderful emotive night,
Enjoyed by all.