She’s faced the hardest

times you could imagine

And many times her eyes

fought back the tears

And when her youthful

world was about to fall in

Each time her slender

shoulders bore the

weight of all her fears

And the sorrow

no one hears

Still rings in

midnight silence

In her ears...

Let her cry

for she’s a lady

Let her dream

for she’s a child

Let the rain

fall down upon her

She’s a free and gentle

flower, growing wild

And if by chance that

I should hold her

Let me hold her

for a time

And if allowed

but one possession

I will pick her from the

garden to be mine, mine....

Be careful how you

touch her, for she’ll awaken

And sleeps the only

freedom that she knows

And when you walk into

her eyes, you won’t believe

The way she’s always paying

for a debt she never owes

And the silent

wind still blows

That only she can hear

And so she goes....

Let her cry

for she’s a lady

Let her dream

for she’s a child

Let the rain

fall down upon her

She’s a free and gentle

flower, growing wild

Let her cry

for she’s a lady

Let her dream

for she’s a child

Let the rain

fall down upon her

She’s a free and gentle

flower, growing wild

Ohhh....

She’s a flower

Growing wild