A rose grows wild in the country,
a tree grows tall as the sky.
The wind blows wild in the country,
and part of the wild, wild country am I.
Wild, wild, like the deer and dove,
wild and free is this land that I love.
A dream grows wild in the country,
a love grows tall in the sky.
A heart beats wild in the country,
and part of the wild, wild country am I.
Part of the wild, wild country am I.
