Don’t kill it Carol

This wild rose that I hold in my hand, it's the strangest thing I've
seen. One bud only just started to show and the leaves are the
lightest green. It's had it's share of the rain, it needs some feeling
to light it's firey flame again, but one cruel lie and it could die.

Don't kill it Carol -oh Carol, oh
Won't you let this flower grow
Don't kill it Carol.

This wild rose that I hold in my hand it could grow to be so strong,
born one night in the calm of the storm it was made for a rock and roll
song. It's only just seen the light, it could so easily fall back to
the gentle night, but one cruel lie and it could die.

It's lookin for a place to live outside all space and time, where
there's no need for it to fade. There's a secret garden that I think we
can find, lot's of sunshine there, a touch of shade.

This wild rose that I hold in my hand it's the strangest thing I've
seen, one bud only just started to show and the leaves are the lightest
green. It's had it's share of the rain, it needs some feeling to light
it's firey flame again, but one cruel lie and it could die.