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