A time for summer skies
For hummingbirds and butterflies
For tender words that harmonize with
A time for climbing hills
For leaning out of windowsills
Admiring the daffodills above
Bridge
A time for holding hands together
A time for rainbow-colored weather
A time for make-believe that we've been dreaming of
As time goes drifting by
The willow bends, and so do I
But oh, my friends, whatever sky above
I've known a time for spring, a time for fall
But most of all, a time for love
