Seeds scattered in spring time,
Tears their only watering;
Now sprouting, not yet flowering,
Hope dies and rises again.
Voices shouting: “Liberation! Liberation!”
Fear vanquished, tasting freedom,
Kings and Pharaohs hear the cry:
“Let my people go!”
Saving the world is not so easy
As once we thought—
Every generation, every age
Has its part to play.
You who witnessed these miracles,
Remember where you were that day.
Perhaps you’ll have need of it
When facing some new tyrant.