Come and lift a flower, there are stone beasts in the wood.
No more fishing bankers, don’t say you done all that you could.
Come and lift a flower, give your love and make it heard.
No more giving sour, tell your love it is the word!
Come and lift a flower, there are eyes beyond the trees.
No more setting latches, open doors and feel the breeze.
Come and lift a flower, over hill a brand new day.
No more counting hours, let’s make love the word we say.