And when our streets are green again When metalled roads are green And girls walk barefoot through the weeds Of Regent Street, Saint Martin's Lane And children hide in factories Where burdock blooms and vetch and rust, And elms and oaks and chestnut trees Are tall again and hope is lost When up the Strand the foxes glide And hedgehogs sniff and wildcats yell And golden orioles come back To flash through Barnes and Clerkenwell When governments and industries Lie choked by weeds in fertile rain For sure the few who stay alive Will laugh and grow to love again