The Wild Rose

Elizabeth Lorrey


I’ve been putting in my time

On the merry-go-round

Where every day it’s all the same old same

In twenty years, nothing’s changed


But all the while I’m counting down

To the day when I can finally retire

And set a course toward the Utah blue

Leave this city far behind


I’m going home to the Wild Rose


Heading out across the desert

To where the road begins to climb

Away up high where golden eagles cry

Atop the Ponderosa pines…


There’s a cozy sanctuary

Called the Wild Rose Retreat

And pretty soon my working days are through

The Wild Rose is calling me


And I’m going home to the Wild Rose


And it seems just yesterday

That I started on this path

And I am proud that I could make my way

Without losing who I am

Oh yeah- but I’m not looking back…


And I just can’t wait to be going home to the Wild Rose

I’m going home to the Wild Rose...

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