New Birth - Wild Flower Lyrics
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Wild Flower
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What Are The Lyrics For Wild Flower By New Birth?
She faced the hardest times you can 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 tears 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 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 while And if allowed just one possession I would pick her from her garden to be mine Be careful how you touch her for she'll awaken And sleep's the only freedom that she knows And when you look into her eyes you won't believe For the way she's always paying for a debt she never owed And a silent wind still blows that she can only 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 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 She's my free and gentle flower, growing growing growing wild She's a free and gentle flower growing growing wild She's my flower, growing growing growing wild Growing growing growing growing wild She's my free and gentle flower |
Who Wrote Wild Flower By New Birth?
David Richardson, Doug Edwards
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What's The Duration Of The Wild Flower By New Birth?The duration of Wild Flower is 3:59 minutes and seconds. |
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