Confusion rules this shifting age

And uproar fills the town

My thoughts of you are drowning in the noise

How could you know?

Why should you know me?



You gently nourish my dry skin

A drop of colour saves me from

The fate I'm facing everyday

A single bloom piercing the snowdrift



How softly, the springtime breezes sing

How deeply, the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you



Oh why does hate bring forth more hate?

A long abandoned fruit

is hastening the process of decay

This country's starved, its void of feeling



How softly, the springtime breezes sing

How deeply, the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you



One of these days



How softly, the springtime breezes sing

How deeply, the distant mountain breathe

There are so many things to show to you