When the sweeping winds have eased
And the dusts settled in the desert,
When clouds have lifted to the heavens
And restless rivers reached the sea,
When tomorrow has passed
And the future is just a memory,
Then I may bloom again;
For I may have been here before
But when I cannot recall
Not now, when my mind is in turmoil
From the shadows passing through
But when the yew trees are old and wisened
And the ocean\'s calm renewed
Then I may bloom again;
When happiness overcomes the sorrow
And lions roared themselves to silence,
When the morning mists clear
And the sun shines on your face,
When all the world is young again
And arms of love reach to embrace
Then I may bloom again.