Sanat

If you're coming to the future
Wear orange flowers in your hair
You will meet the gentle people
Building gardens in the air

All across the humming country
Such a strange and tender sound
There's a generation rising
Laying weapons on the ground

Those who marched in old San Francisco
And the children of the code
We are walking the same morning
Down a long and shining road

Wear your orange flowers proudly
Let them blaze like quiet fire
We were never really finished
We were only dreaming higher

Count your wealth in golden sunlight
Count the grains of falling sand
Come whoever still remembers
There is love in every hand

If you're coming to the future
Wear orange flowers in your hair
All the love we thought we buried
Is still breathing everywhere