Alberta born, wrapped in thorns,
Shouldn’t have survived the Storm.
I grew up fast and I grew up strong
Dreamed of the Days when I’d belong.
Was taught about Love being an elixir,
these honeyed lips would never taste.
Until one day, I bloomed under the Sun’s embrace.

For I am a Wild Rose,
A Wild Rose,
This City’s got grit and soul, my dear
I’m a Wild Rose.

Let the Rain fall, as I packed my bags to haul.
Crossed oceans to see, if you’d still remember me.
We couldn’t take the risk to open ourselves to bliss.
Even as I stood upon your doorstep,
with a looming sense of regret.

For I am a Wild Rose,
A Wild Rose,
This City’s got grit and soul, my dear
I’m a Wild Rose.

Salvaged the Love that remained,
Hoping for another day
Quickly glazed over the Pain,
to move upwards on the Mountain’s trail.

Warned myself to be more cautious,
about the Men who seek me out.
Better to guard this trusting heart,
rather than be spurned by doubt.

For I am a Wild Rose,
A Wild Rose,
This City’s got grit and soul, my dear
I’m a Wild Rose.

Yes, I am a Wild Rose
A Wild Rose
And as I travel these Lonesome Roads
I’ll always be a Wild Rose