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, 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
Cry, for she’s a lady
Dream, for she’s a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild
She’s a free and gentle flower
She’s a flower growing wild