Through the long winter night, lay a seed beneath the snow. It was hidden from our sight; where it lay we did not know. It was waiting for the sunshine, to awaken it from sleep. It was hoping for the springtime, to arouse the forest deep. Now the song that I sing, is it true or just a lie? And the message that I bring, does it make you wonder why? No one ever saw that flower, so you ask me “Is it true?” You must search with all your power, ’cause it’s all left up to you. Then one day when all were sleeping, like a thief, without a sound, Came the Spring so gently creeping, and it warmed the frozen ground. Soon the forest shook with thunder as the winds began to blow, And the earth was filled with wonder as the seed began to grow! Now the song that I sing, is it true or just a lie? And the message that I bring, does it make you wonder why? No one ever saw that flower, so you ask me “Is it true?” You must search with all your power, ’cause it’s all left up to you. In the garden of great splendor a new flower has been born. And before its leaves so tender every rose is but a thorn. Come, arise to seek that flower, and inhale its sweet perfume. There we will await the hour when its time has come to bloom! Now the song that I sing, is it true or just a lie? And the message that I bring, does it make you wonder why? No one ever saw that flower, so you ask me “Is it true?” You must search with all your power, ’cause it’s all left up to you.
