Postcard from A Painted Lady
There's a treasure
In every rose
In every flower
In all that grows
But don't get lost
Along the vine
There'll be thorns
That will make you blind
So fly away sweet painted lady
I hope you'll find your star
Spread your wings
Around my heart
In late September
And the sun i bleak
When it's time to wither
And your faith is weak
Try to remember
Where you came from
That's what you are
That's where you belong
Fly away sweet painted lady
I hope you'll find your star
Spread your wings
Around my heart
Spread your wings
Around my heart