The hills were alive with wildflowersAnd I was as wild, even wilder than theyFor at least I could run, they just died in the sunAnd I refused to just wither in placeJust a wild mountain rose needing freedom to growSo I ran, fearing not where I'd goWhen a flower grows wild, it can always surviveWildflowers don't care where they growAnd the flowers I knew, in the fields where I grewWere content to be lost in the crowdThey were common and close, I had no room for growthAnd I wanted so much to branch outSo I uprooted myself from my home ground and leftTook my dreams and I took to the roadWhen a flower grows wild, it can always surviveWildflowers don't care where they growI grew up fast and wild and I never felt rightIn a garden so different from meI just never belonged, I just longed to be goneSo the garden one day set me freeI hitched a ride with the wind, and since he was my friendI just let him decide where we'd goWhen a flower grows wild, it can always surviveWildflowers don't care where they growJust a wild rambling rose seeking misteries untoldNo regret for the path that I choseWhen a flower grows wild, it can always surviveWildflowers don't care where they growWildflowers don't care where they grow
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Dolly Rebecca Parton (Pittman Center, Tennessee, 19 de enero de 1946-Nashville, Tennessee, 25 de agosto de 2026)fue una cantante, compositora, actriz, productora, escritora, filántropa y empresaria estadounidense. Es considerada como una de las mejores…
