Love Will Bloom (Out of Season)

Cursed be the fig tree And cursed be the leaves Cursed be the shame That needed covering Cursed be the knowledge That left us holding nothing Dry and barren ground That brought us suffering Keep the faith So we keep our reason Hold fast hope Though the days are dark Love will bloom And we'll bear its fruit Out of season Cursed be the mountains That have yet to be moved But blessed are the ones Who trust in promises Keep the faith So we keep our reason Hold fast hope Though the days are dark Love will bloom And we'll bear its fruit Out of season So let us keep the faith So we keep our reason Hold fast hope Though the days are dark Love will bloom And we'll bear its fruit Out of season