I see buds of green, red hairs, too..
I see ‘em bloom.. for me, and for you
and I think to myself, what a wonderful herb.

I see skies of blue, smoke clouds of white.
bright stoned days; dark baked nights,
and I think to myself.. what a wonderful herb.

the colors of a rainbow.. so pretty - in the sky
are also on the faces.. of people - getting high
I see friends shaking hands, sayin’, “do you need weed?”
they’re really sayin’, “I got some for you.”

I hear plants sprout, I watch them grow
they’ll bring in much more than I’ll never know.
and I think to myself, what a wonderful herb.

the colors of a rainbow.. so pretty - in the sky
are also on the faces.. of people - getting high
I see friends shaking hands, sayin’, “do you need weed?”
they’re really sayin’, “I got some for you.”

I hear plants sprout, I watch them grow
(you know their gonna bring in
a whole lot more than I’ll never know)
and I think to myself, what a wonderful herb.
yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful herb.