Testo di Blue Rose

Blue as the crying sky With no thorn, and no thistle Only an open face Staring at the waking world Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Her arms stretch wide To receive a life And her roots go deep into the black earth for strength And she blooms and Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine She blooms while the people sleep Only the travelers see her To those who rise with the noon day sun She is a closed mystery And maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Oh, maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Lost in a tangle of vine Lost in a tangle of vine