("One, two three four ...")

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
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
And the wild flowers grow out of love
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

("There's a bloke out here looking for the band.")

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

("Oi oi")

And the wild flowers 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
Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will feed

Fields of people
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 taxi driver, and we wanna taxi driver's opinion
On pop music."

"I think it's very good mate. Just cause I'm gettin' a bit ancient don't
Mean to say I don't enjoy it."

"Good. Toot your horn, then, and we'll be away.")