| 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 (She's a lady) |
| Let her dream, for she’s a child (Child) |
| Let the rain fall down upon her |
| She’s a free and gentle flower growing wild |
| And if by chance I should hold her (If by chance that I should hold her) |
| Let me hold her for a time (Let me hold her for a time) |
| But if allowed just one possession |
| I would pick her from the garden to be mine (I would pick her from the garden |
| to be mine) |
| Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm |
| Be careful how you touch her, for she’ll awaken |
| 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 payin' for a debt she never owes |
| And a 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 (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 |
| She’s a flower growing wild |
| She’s free |