I have seen the moorland orchid
She shows her petals to the sun
I have wandered in the orchard
She grows there lonely in her tomb
Lonely only for her posture
She knows there's blood there in the soil
And the valley is her sister
And the silence is her cause
I have loved her in the morning
Before her eyes are opened
I have loved her in the morning
Before the need to be someone
It is not about a curtain
Which we slightly see behind
It's a space beside the ocean
As the moon, it rolls the tide
I have loved her in the morning
Before her eyes are opened
I have loved her in the morning
Before the need to be someone