Lyrics

Blessed be the flower that triumphs
Over snows and thorns and withered stems,
Over windswept mountains, desert cruel and dry.
Blessed be the flower that triumphs.

Blessed be the flower that triumphs
Over wars and change and centuries,
Over barbed wire fences, soldier's heavy feet.
Blessed be the flower that triumphs

Over well-meant hands bent on gathering.
Over small closed rooms with vases hard and cold.
Over words of priests and of poet's pens
And attempts to tame its wild Truth.

Blessed be the flower that triumphs
Over past and death and silences,
Enduring beyond iron, tears and severed roots,
And restoring to all things, a joyful smallness.
Blessed be the flower that triumphs
At last.