A time for summer skies For humming birds and butterflies For tender words that harmonize with A time for climbing hills For leaning out of window sills Admiring the daff odills 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, what ever sky above I've known a time for spring, a time for fall But most of all, a time for love