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 find your star

Spread your wings around my heart

In late September, when the sun is bleak

And 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 find your star

Spread your wings around my heart

Spread your wings around my heart

Spread your wings around my heart