With patience learned through countless years
she sits in darkness in her room,
where none can see her lonely tears
waiting for the cactus to bloom

As clock ticks slowly through the night
in house as silent as a tomb,
she reads his notes by candlelight
waiting for the cactus to bloom

At midnight cactus comes to life,
dispelling atmosphere of gloom
For one night joy replaces strife,
waiting for the cactus to bloom

By morning blossom will have died,
just like her hopes and dreams of groom,
who left behind heartbroken bride
waiting for the cactus to bloom