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.)