There is a time for winter;
there is a time for spring;
there is a time for summer and fall,
a season for most anything.
There is a time for a blue sky;
there is a time for gray;
there is a time for a rainbow
to color my grayness away.
Well, you know there are stories that we like to share.
You might remember. You might have been there.
An interesting connection, some dear recollections,
and those for whom we very much care.
There is a time for laughter.
There is a time for tears.
God knows there’s a time to be angry,
but why so much time for our fears.
There is a time to be patient,
a time for decision and choice.
There is a time to be silent,
a time to raise up your voice.
Well, you know …
There is a time for chocolate,
a time for brownies and fudge.
O, how the world longs for sweetness,
so why spend our time on grudge?
There is a time for parsley
for rosemary, time for sage,
a time for the young and the merry,
a time for the wisdom of age.
Well, you know …