Recorded in Bb/CAPO: 3rd FRET/Play: G
The (G) hills were alive with wild (C) flowers and, (G) I
Was as wild, even (D) wilder than (G) they
For at least I could run, they just (C) died in the (G) sun
And I refused to just (D) wither in (G) place
Just a (C) wild mountain rose, needing (G) freedom to grow
So I (C) ran fearing not where I'd (G) go-o-(D) -o
When a (G) flower grows wild, it can (C) always sur-(G) vive
Wildflowers don't (D) care where they (G) grow.

And the flowers I knew, in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were commonly close, I had no room to grow
And I wanted so much to branch out
So I uprooted myself, from my home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road-o-oad
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow.

I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden one day, set me free
I hitched a ride with the wind, and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go-o-o
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow.

Just a wild mountain rose, seeking myst'ries untold
No regrets for the path that I chose-o-ose
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow.