Fields Of People Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

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.)