Lyrics

A flower in the morning clothed in grace
and all the tender mercies of her age
Shouldn't hide
Shouldn't fear the world outside
A flower in the morning
With flowers by her side

Fragile little seedlings growing wild
Like innocence and love are to a child
It's a sin
Like a mirror being broken
A flower in the morning whose pain will go unspoken

Nothing good could ever come of this
Nothing good would be the sum of this

Aflower in the morning torn away
A monster steals a toy with which to play
Look around, but she never will be found
A flower in the morning lies dying on the ground