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Sarah Vaughan - Poor Butterfly (Live @ Mister Kelly's) EmArcy Records 1957

"Poor Butterfly" is a popular song. It was inspired by Giacomo Puccini's opera Madame Butterfly and contains a brief musical quote from the act 2 duet Tutti i fior in the verse. The music was written by Raymond Hubbell, the lyrics by John Golden. The song was published in 1916. It was introduced in the Broadway show The Big Show, which opened in August 1916, and was sung in the show by Sophie Bernard. The song became a pop standard, recorded by many artists. "At Mister Kelly's" is a 1957 live album by American jazz singer Sarah Vaughan, recorded at Mister Kelly's jazz club in Chicago. The Allmusic review by John Bush awarded the album four and a half stars and said that At Mister Kelly's captures Vaughan at her "best and most relaxed", stating that "her unerring sense of rhythm carries her through every song on this set, whether the occasion calls for playfulness and wit ("Thou Swell," "Honeysuckle Rose") or a world-wise melancholia ("Willow Weep for Me")". Bush also praises Jimmy Jones and Roy Haynes. Sarah's accompanied by Jimmy Jones (piano), Richard Davis (bass) & Roy Haynes (drums). Recorded in Chicago, Illinois, August 6-8, 1957. (EmArcy Records) There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's 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 everyday And he taught her how to love the American way To love with her soul, 'twas easy to learn Then 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 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