Wild Flowers of England

Adieu
Irene
Grab your things I'm gonna take you home
Cause the people who surround you are no good for you
And Mr. Make-it's faking it in chrome

Adieu
Irene
There's a vehement light they shine upon you soon
And if you'd rather ride it they'll still love you
But if you do we'll get you to the moon

And then the bells of Rhymney
The top brick off the chimney
And the wild flowers of England will be yours

Adieu
Irene
Lеave this waste of rations to the crowd
If thе tawdry glare of showbiz hurts your eyes now
Best to hide inside some higher cloud

And then the bells of Rhymney
The top brick off the chimney
And the wild flowers of England will be yours

If you'd rather ride it I'd still love you
And the wild flowers of England will be yours
They'll be yours
Yours