| Wildflowers grow everywhere | |
| Vibrations flow, things will have to change | |
| (good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.) | |
| Strange new ideas fill the air | |
| Some people leave, others grieve | |
| Some were bare but things will change | |
| Old concepts go, new ones grow | |
| All at once the world begins to love again | |
| (..... hello uncle bill) | |
| And the wildflowers grow out of fields | |
| Fields of people | |
| There's no such thing as a weed | |
| Seeds of hatred | |
| Plant them and soon they will breed | |
| (going to the pub, are you? evening madam.) | |
| Wildflowers grow everywhere | |
| Vibrations flow, things will have to change | |
| (good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.) | |
| Strange new ideas fill the air | |
| Some people leave, others grieve | |
| Some were bare but things will change | |
| Old concepts go, new ones grow | |
| All at once the world begins to love again | |
| (..... hello uncle bill) | |
| And the wildflowers grow out of fields | |
| Love of people | |
| There's no such thing as a weed | |
| Seeds of hatred | |
| Plant them and soon they will breed | |
| Fields of people | |
| There's no such thing as a weed | |
| Seeds of hatred | |
| Plant them and soon they will feed | |
| Wildflowers grow everywhere | |
| Vibrations flow, things will have to change | |
| (good evening, madam. it's a recording. yes.) | |
| Strange new ideas fill the air | |
| Some people leave, others grieve | |
| Some were bare but things will change | |
| Old concepts go, new ones grow | |
| All at once the world begins to love again | |
| (..... hello uncle bill) | |
| And the wildflowers grow out of fields | |
| (there's a bloke out here looking for the band) | |
| There's no such thing as a weed | |
| Seeds of hatred | |
| Plant them and soon they will breed | |
| There's no such thing as a weed | |
| Seeds of hatred | |
| Plant them and soon they will breed | |
| There's no such thing as a weed | |
| Seeds of hatred | |
| Plant them and soon they will breed | |
| (here we are now in great portland street. ah, good evening sir, i | |
| Wonder would you like to come over here and say a few words in the | |
| Microphone. oh. it catches one a bit off balance suddenly to be | |
| Interrupted in the street. I got one. hello, I don't wanna taxi. what i | |
| Want is this. you're a tazi driver, and we wanna taxi driver's opinion | |
| On pop music. I think it's very good mate. just cause I gettin' a bit | |
| Anciant don't mean to say I don't enjoy it. good. toot your organ and | |
| We'll be away.) | |
| (hold it. one more time, it's a bit ragged. try one more. here we go.) |