Gleason could not read or write music in a conventional sense; he was said to have conceived melodies in his head and described them vocally to staff help. He did likewise with the well-remembered themes of both The Jackie Gleason Show ("Melancholy Serenade") and The Honeymooners ("You're My Greatest Love"). There has been some controversy over the years as to how much credit Gleason should have received for the finished products; it has been written that beyond the possible conceptualizing of many of the songs, Gleason had no direct involvement such as conducting in the making of these recordings. However, his main musical companion, cornetist and trumpeter Bobby Hackett once said: "Jackie knows a lot more about music than people give him credit for. I have seen him conduct a sixty-piece orchestra and detect one discordant note in the brass section. He would immediately stop the music and locate the wrong note. It always amazed the professional musicians how a guy who technically did not know one note from another could do that. And he was never wrong."
Born February 26, 1916 in Brooklyn, New York, United States. He died on June 24, 1987
Poor Butterfly
Jackie Gleason Lyrics
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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 beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love the American way
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
The song "Poor Butterfly" by Jackie Gleason tells a story about a young Japanese woman named Miss Butterfly who falls in love with a fine young American sailor. They met every day under the cherry blossoms in her garden, and he taught her how to love in the American way. However, just as suddenly as he arrived, he sailed away with a promise to return. Miss Butterfly spends years waiting for him, hoping that he will come back to her, but as time passes, she faces the reality that he may not return. The lyrics capture her heartbreak and longing, as she ultimately declares that she would rather die than live without him.
This song tackles themes of love, cultural differences and the pains of separation. The lyrics speak to the universality of love and heartbreak, as well as the difficulties of cross-cultural relationships. They also highlight the challenges of distance and time, and the pain of living with uncertainty. Overall, "Poor Butterfly" is a poignant and moving portrayal of the power of love, loss and longing.
Line by Line Meaning
There's a story told of a little Japanese
It has been a tale that has circulated about a young girl from Japan
Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees
She sat quietly under the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly's her name
She is commonly known as Miss Butterfly
A sweet little innocent child was she
She was a charming, guileless child
Till a fine young American from the sea
Until a splendid young American sailor
To her garden came
Arrived at her garden
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
They encountered each other daily beneath the cherry blossoms
And he taught her how to love the American way
He taught her American-style love
To love with a soul 'twas easy to learn
To love with intense feeling, a simple feat to master
Then he sailed away with a promise to return
Then he departed with a vow to return
Poor Butterfly 'neath the blossoms waiting
The pitiable Butterfly, waiting under the blossoms
Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so
The miserable Butterfly, as she loved him ever so
The moments pass into hours
The minutes fade into hours
The hours pass into years
The hours slip by, becoming years
And as she smiles through her tears
And as she weeps with bittersweet happiness
She murmurs low
She speaks softly
The moon and I
Both the moon and I
Know that he'll be faithful
Are aware that he will stay devoted
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
I am confident he will come to me soon
But if he won't come back
But if he refuses to return
Then I'll never sigh or cry
Then I won't sigh or shed tears
I just must die
I will simply pass away
Poor Butterfly
Pitiable Butterfly
Contributed by Claire W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.