| 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 a 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 |
| And let the rain fall down upon her |
| She’s a free and gentle flower |
| Growing wild |
| And if by chance you should hold her |
| You just hold her for a while |
| And if allowed just one possession |
| You should pick her from the garden |
| With a smile |
| Be careful how you touch her, for she might awaken |
| Ooh, and sleep’s 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 strong winds blow |
| Oh but only she knows and so she goes |
| Let her cry, oh, 'cause she’s a lady |
| And 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, woo, you know that she’s a lady |
| And let her dream, let her dream, let her dream, for she’s a child |
| And let the rain fall down upon her, hey |
| She’s a free and gentle flower |
| Growing wild |
| She’s a free and gentle flower |
| Growing wild |
| Free and gentle flower |
| Growing wild |
| She’s a free and gentle flower |
| Growing wild |
| She’s a free, she’s a free |
| Gentle flower, gentle flower |
| Growing wild |