Phillips
Now the wind of change is blowing through the towers
And the hard rain's pouring down
And the face of man has turned into a glower,
And he's forced to scheme to keep his limited powers
And the not-so-strong are merely made to cower
But there's a springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
Springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
Yet the spirit of man growing ever higher every time he plants a field
To grow and to sow, again he's repeating, recreating what he feels
The lives of a farmer, the lives of a doctor should be running parallel
Shrewd politicians meet wealthy morticians and do they really burn in hell?
Come a springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
Springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
Take a world and then you fill it full of peoples
And the force of life is bound to go shatteringly forward
Make a law for man, it doesn't work for mayhem
But the task at hand is so unbearably rewarding
And as we see the change is not so crawling
'Cause there's a springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves
Springwind, springwind blowing through the bamboo leaves