Oh the summertime is coming, and the leaves are sweet returning But those flowers of peace, it’s for them I’m really yearning
Will they bloom, ever bloom?
Will they bloom in the springtime?
Oh you flowers of peace
When the world should be ringtime(?)
Will ye bloom, ever bloom?
I built my love a bower by a clear, crystal river
But the thing her heart desires is a thing I cannot give her
Oh providence smiled impassive, while I fell on bended knee
Said, the lives of you empires are no more than swarms of bees
If you and I would see those flowers, get up and rouse your neighbors
When first the seed I’d planted, it takes long and careful labor
If you and I would see those flowers, go out and till the fertile soil
It will take more than prayers, it takes hard and sweaty toil
by Pete Seeger