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 power

And the not so strong are merely made to cower

But there's a spring wind, spring wind

Blowing through the bamboo leaves

Spring wind, spring wind

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 spring wind, spring wind

Blowing through the bamboo leaves

Spring wind, spring wind

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 spring wind, spring wind

Blowing through the bamboo leaves

Spring wind, spring wind

Blowing through the bamboo leaves