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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lisa Fischer
Lisa Fischer
Background Vocals
Buddy Williams
Buddy Williams
Performer
Brenda White-King
Brenda White-King
Background Vocals
Cindy Mizelle
Cindy Mizelle
Background Vocals
Kevin Owens
Kevin Owens
Background Vocals
Luther Vandross
Luther Vandross
Background Vocals
Paulette McWilliams
Paulette McWilliams
Background Vocals
Georg Wadenius
Georg Wadenius
Guitar
Hiram Bullock
Hiram Bullock
Guitar
Dick Oatts
Dick Oatts
Saxophone
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Synth Bass
Nat Adderley Jr.
Nat Adderley Jr.
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Richardson
David Richardson
Songwriter
Doug Edwards
Doug Edwards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luther Vandross
Luther Vandross
Producer

Lyrics

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 Ooh, 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 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
Writer(s): Thomas Richardson, Douglas Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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