She's fa-ced the hard-est times
You cou-ld imagine.
And many times her eyes
Fought back the tears
And when her youth-ful world
Was a-bout to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders bore
the weight of all her
fears and
a sorrow no one hears.
Still rings in midnight silence
In her ears
Let her cry for she's a la-dy.
Let her dream mm for she's a chi-ld.
Let the rain fall down up-on her.
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild.
And if by chance I should hold her.
Let me hold her for a time.
But if all-owed all just one possesion
I would pick her from the gar-den to be mine.
Be care-ful how you touch her.
For she'll awaken
And sleep's the only free-dom
that she knows
And when you walk in-to her eyes
You won't be-leive
The way she's al-ways pay-ing
For a debt she nev-er owes
And a si-lent wind still blows
That on-ly she can hear
And so she goes
Let her cry for she's a la-dy.
Let her dream mm for she's a chi-ld.
Let the rain fall down up-on her.
She's a free and gen-tle flower grow-ing wild.
Let her cry for she's a la-dy.
Let her dream mm for she's a child.
Let the rain fall down up-on her.
She's a free and gen-tle flow-er growing wild.
She's a flower grow-ing wild.
Just a flow er grow ing wild.
