I walk in the garden as the light is fading   and I know who I am, I know who I am   I walk on the streets with my heart wide open   and I know where the ground is, I know where the ground is      Beneath my feet I plant these seeds to bring back life to those who died   Man, woman and child all reconciled and it's a true cliché   We need no proof, it's quiet clear   We know, we know what makes the flowers grow      Woman paints a picture, red blood on white sheets   and I know who I am, I know who I am   Another crucifixion for a man with vision   I know where the ground, I know where the sound is      These hands we hold to be free, one act of kindness recognized   Man, woman and child all reconciled and it's a true cliché   We need no proof, it's quiet clear   We know, we know, we know what makes the flowers grow      Love, love makes the flowers grow      and it's a true cliché   We need no proof it's quiet clear   We know, we know what makes the flowers grow