Wildflower

Lisa Fischer

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    Let the rain fall down upon her
    She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

    People used to laugh at me when I was a little girl
    I guess they didn't understand
    But when you're young and all alone
    You make up things for the things that are missing
    Oh, how I used to love to dress up in my mother's clothes
    It made me feel like somebody
    I'd pretend I was the prettiest girl at the dance
    And all the boys loved me
    And I was gonna be a big success
    But of course I never got that dress for my very own
    I didn't do half the things I thought I'd do
    But I guess the good part of my life is that I did find you
    And you know
    Now when I look into a little girl's eyes it's like a mirror
    And I remember
    I remember

    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 little shoulders
    Bore the weight of all her fears
    And the sorrow no one hears
    Still rings in midnight's silence in, in her ears

    Let her cry
    She is a lady
    Let her dream
    She is a child
    Let the rain fall down upon her
    She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

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    Be careful how you touch her for she will wake up
    And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
    And when you see life through her eyes
    You won't believe
    The way she's always paying
    For a debt she never owes
    And a silent wind still blows
    That only she can hear, it's all she knows

    Let her cry, oh my, cause she's a lady
    Let her sing, sing, cause she is a child
    Let the rain fall down upon her
    She's a sweet and gentle flower growing wild

    And if by chance you get to hold her
    Hold her for a time
    And with your new possession
    What would you do?
    I would pick her up from the garden to be mine

    Each time her little shoulders
    Bore the weight of all her fears
    And the sorrow no one hears
    Still rings in midnight's silence in, in her ears

    Let her cry for she's a lady
    Let her sing for she is a child
    Let the rain fall down upon her
    She's a sweet and gentle flower growing wild
    And I feel the same
    Just a sweet and gentle flower growing wild
    But no one's to blame
    Sweet and gentle flower growing wild

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    Composición: Thomas David Richardson y Douglas Fraser Edwards

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