Are the orchids dead or dying
Hothouse flowers seldom last
Summer pleasures fade
And winter comes too soon too fast

I can tell if you've been crying
When with eyes of pain you ask
Are the seasons dead
Or are the tropics of our love now past

Winter sorrow keep me from the cold
Hold me when the skies are grey
My tomorrows swallowed
By the old embittered dreams of all my yesterdays

We the undersigned inform you
Of intent to change a life
Leaving you our love and going on
To take another wife

I've become the fool by virtue
My intent to sacrifice
Patience lead me to the slaughter
Every lamb must have its night

Are the flowers dead or dying
Summer pleasures gone at last
Hothouse treasures fade
And measure time the moment that they pass

I can tell if you've been crying
When with eyes of pain you ask
How do the seasons fade
And moments glide like ships on glass