[Verse] Sunrise spills on the wooden frame, Cracked and old, but still the same. Vines creep slow through the rusted nail, Painting gold where the shadows pale. [Pre-Chorus] Pink and purple, come alive, Dancing in the morning light. No one planned, no hand to guide— Just wild hearts learning how to rise. [Chorus] Oh, the fence is worn but the bloom runs high, Dancing wild beneath the sky. No need for rules, no need to hide— The wildflowers grow where the old wood lies. Oh, the fence is worn but the bloom runs high, Laughing loud in the summer sky. Hearts like petals, open wide— The wildflowers grow where the old wood lies. [Verse] A bluebell sways in the morning breeze, A buttercup with its golden keys. The wind sings low through the splintered grain, And the wild things whisper, “We’re not in vain.” [Pre-Chorus] Pink and purple, come alive, Dancing in the morning light. No one planned, no hand to guide— Just wild hearts learning how to rise. [Chorus] Oh, the fence is worn but the bloom runs high, Dancing wild beneath the sky. No need for rules, no need to hide— The wildflowers grow where the old wood lies. Oh, the fence is worn but the bloom runs high, Laughing loud in the summer sky. Hearts like petals, open wide— The wildflowers grow where the old wood lies. [Bridge] They don’t care about the name, Or the shape, or the frame. They just grow where they’re meant to be— Like you, like me. Out of time, out of need— The wild ones bloom, and they’re glad to be. [Chorus] Oh, the fence is worn but the bloom runs high, Dancing wild beneath the sky. No need for rules, no need to hide— The wildflowers grow where the old wood lies. Oh, the fence is worn but the bloom runs high, Laughing loud in the summer sky. Hearts like petals, open wide— The wildflowers grow where the old wood lies. [Outro] Where the old wood lies... Wild and free, and full of light... The wildflowers grow... Yes, they grow.