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', We 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. Chorus