There is a time for love and laughter,
The days will pass like summer storms,
The winter winds will follow after,
But there is love and love is warm.
There is a time for us to wander,
When time is young and so are we,
The woods are greener over yonder,
The path is new and the world is free.
There is a time when leaves are fallin',
The woods are gray, the paths are old,
The snow will come when geese are calling',
You need a fire against the cold.
So do your roamin' in the springtime,
You'll find your love and a summer sun,
The frost will come and bring a harvest,
And you can rest when the day is done.
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