I heard a story years ago From my grandmama, rest her soul About a girl who’d never grow up, never grow old
Oh she was wild, she was free Faced the fire fearlessly That’s the spirit, that’s the ghost inside of me
Baby, I’m not a rose, I’m a wild flower Out of all of them, you chose one who’ll run free forever It doesn’t mean I’m lost, I just like to wander Got that gypsy blood, always chasing thunder
I remember when twenty-five Was forever in my mind I wish I could go back in time (I would if I could, but I can’t)
Told myself that life flies by We all live and we all die Keep the sun and moon and stars, girl, in your eyes
Baby, I’m not a rose, I’m a wild flower Out of all of them, you chose one who’ll run free forever It doesn’t mean I’m lost, I just like to wander Got the gypsy blood, always chasing thunder