She’s no flower
But there’s beauty in her power
She’s no angel
But you’re welcome at her table
Three in the morning by the river underneath the willow tree
That’s the first time I saw her my warrior queen
And we still here after all these years
She’s no flower
And for her I count the hours
She’s no angel
But the way she holds it down is graceful
And in the winter she don’t wither like the other flowers do
That’s how I know they broke the mould when they made you
Oh because you’re so much more than just another face in the water
No flowers for my love
Cause she’s not so sweet and that’s good for me
No flowers for my love oh but I’ll give you my time
And a place in my garden babe for the rest of your life
She’s no flower
But there’s beauty in her power
She’s no angel
But your welcome at her table
