No Orchids For My Lady

There’s no orchid for my lady,
No sparkle in the wine,
For other lips have taught my lady
To cast aside this love of mine.
So there’s no rapture in our meeting,
No kisses when we part,
The orchids I gave my lovely lady
Were crushed on someone else’s heart.
The orchids I gave my lovely lady
Were crushed on someone else’s heart.