Lyrics:

Blue as the crying sky
With no thorn, 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 recieve life
And her roots go deep into the black earth
Wild strength and she blooms

Maybe she's just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Maybe she's just a monring glory
Lost in a tangle a vine

She blooms while the people sleep
Only the travelers see her
To those who rise with the noonday sun
She is a closed mystery

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

Lost in a tangle of vine
Lost in a tangle of vine 

Documentation

This is an autobiographical composition  “It has everything to do with my background and how all of a sudden my story is being shared with all these people and celebrated with all these people,” said Wright. “I see myself as something very simple. In order to keep doing what I’m doing, I have to remember that it’s very simple, that I’m simple, that the things I believe in are simple, and that the music and the magic behind the music, all of those things are very simple. I think the images in ‘Blue Rose’ portray that message.”

This is on Rick's  cd "The Day After Yesterday"