Fields of People The Move

("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