In The Mandarin's Orchid Garden - Sarah Brightman

Somehow by fate misguided,

A buttercup resided

In the mandarin’s orchid garden.

A buttercup that did not please

The lovely peace of such a place.

And so it simply above

And begged each orchids pardon,

The little buttercup in the orchid garden.

The bees keep passing daily

And kiss the orchids dearly,

In the mandarin’s orchid garden.

A buttercup sighed longingly,

But love was not for such as she.

And so under the tree of love hanged I

Still begging pardon,

The lonely buttercup in the orchid garden.

I too have been misguided;

To long have I resided

In the mandarin’s orchid garden.

And all for friendliness I am,

I do not know which way to talk.

Alone must I keep

To beg each lady’s pardon.

A lonely buttercup

In the orchid garden.