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