Electric Light Orchestra: Fields of people

Wildflowers grow everywhereVibrations flow, things will have to change(Good evening, madam. It's a recording. Yes.)Strange new ideas fill the airSome people leave, others grieveSome were bare but things will changeOld concepts go, new ones growAll at once the world begins to love again(..... Hello Uncle Bill)And the wildflowers grow out of fieldsFields of peopleThere's no such thing as a weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will breed(Going to the pub, are you? Evening madam.)Wildflowers grow everywhereVibrations flow, things will have to change(Good evening, madam. It's a recording. Yes.)Strange new ideas fill the airSome people leave, others grieveSome were bare but things will changeOld concepts go, new ones growAll at once the world begins to love again(..... Hello Uncle Bill)And the wildflowers grow out of fieldsLove of peopleThere's no such thing as a weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will breedFields of peopleThere's no such thing as a weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will feedWildflowers grow everywhereVibrations flow, things will have to change(Good evening, madam. It's a recording. Yes.)Strange new ideas fill the airSome people leave, others grieveSome were bare but things will changeOld concepts go, new ones growAll 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 weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will breedThere's no such thing as a weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will breedThere's no such thing as a weedSeeds of hatredPlant them and soon they will breed(Here we are now in Great Portland Street. Ah, good evening sir, Iwonder would you like to come over here and say a few words in themicrophone. Oh. It catches one a bit off balance suddenly to beinterrupted in the street. I got one. Hello, I don't wanna taxi. What Iwant is this. You're a tazi driver, and we wanna taxi driver's opinionon pop music. I think it's very good mate. Just cause I gettin' a bitanciant don't mean to say I don't enjoy it. Good. Toot your organ andwe'll be away.)(Hold it. One more time, it's a bit ragged. Try one more. Here we go.)