Текст песни
Mint is growing by the fence
Sweet green smell is drifting in
I’m holding my old garden pail
Let them talk, I do my thing
Muddy footprints on the porch
After rain and morning light
This is my rhythm, this is my home
This is my piece of life
I’m not rushing, I’m not rushing
Let the soil decide
I will take my little dreams
And plant them deep inside
I grow what I want
What I want
I grow what I want
What I want
Here my day will rise and shine
Here this little home is mine
I grow what I want
What I want
Red tomatoes on the vine
Zucchini sleeping in the grass
I walk between the garden rows
Let the wild weeds watch me pass
Grandma’s waiting on the bench
Looking right into my eyes
She says, “Go on, grow your way”
And I nod, “Alright”
I’m not rushing, I’m not rushing
Let the soil decide
I will take my little dreams
And plant them deep inside
I grow what I want
What I want
I grow what I want
What I want
Here my day will rise and shine
Here this little home is mine
I grow what I want
What I want
If the wind blows everything
I will gather it again
I will take my seeds once more
I won’t let go of my garden
I grow what I want
What I want
I grow what I want
What I want
Let my garden beds all sing
Let my little heaven bloom
I grow what I want
What I want
