She's faced
the hardest times you can imagine
And many times her eyes
have fought back the tears
And when her youthful world
was a -rousin' fallin'
Each time her slender shoulders
bore the weight of all her fears
And the sorrow no one hears
Still rings in mid night silence
In her ears
Let her cry
For she's bleeding
She's bleeding
Let her dream
For she's a child
But the rain fell down upon her
She's a praying gentle flower,
rolling by
And if by chance I should hold her
Let me hold her for a time
But if love was just one possession
I would pick her from the garden to be mine
Be careful how you touch her
before she'll awaken
Sleep's the only freedom
that she knows
And when you walk into her eyes
you won't believe
The way she's always planned
For a debt she never owes
And the silent wind still blows
And only she could hear
And so she goes
But her gripe, oh, she's a beating
She's a lady, but her dream,
boy, she's a child.
Let the rain fall down upon her.
She's a prince and
a flower growing wild.
But her crime, oh, she's a lady
But her dream, oh, she's a dove
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower,
growing wild
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 on her
She's a free hand and a
flower growing wild
Let her cry, oh, let her cry for she's pretty.
Let her dream, oh, she's a child.
Let the rain fall down on her.
She's a free and gentle flower,
oh and wild.