A time for summer skies, For hummingbirds and butterflies, For tender words that harmonize with love. A time for climbing hills, For leaning out of windowsills Admiring the daffodills above. 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.