A time for holding hands together.
A time for rainbow colored weather.
A kind of make believe that we've been dreaming of.
As time goes drifting by,
The willow bends and so do I,
By oh, my friend, what ever sky above,
I've know a time for spring, a time for fall, but best of all, a time for love.
Writer(s): Paul Francis Webster, Johnny Mandel
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