Lovely song. This is the version I sing taken from Ireland's Mick Flavin. I've never heard the original.

The hills were alive with wild flowers and I
Was as wild, even wilder than they
Or at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused just to wither in place
Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I'd go
When a flower grows, it can always survive
Wild flowers don't care where they grow

And the flowers that I knew, in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and 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
When a flower grows, it can always survive
Wild flowers 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
When a flower grows, it can always survive
Wild flowers don't care where they grow

Just a wild mountain rose, seeking mysteries untold
No regrets for the path that I chose
When a flower grows, it can always survive
Wild flowers don't care where they grow

Regards Mick Bracken