There's a time,
there's a time,
time for summer and for snow,
time for love to grow
and to end in lonely tears.
There's a face I adore that I fear I'll see no more.
I will see no more,
though I live for a hundred years.
There's a time for losing all you've won and a time for traveling on.
But the hurt in my heart,
it goes on from day to day,
will not go away, keeps on longing for
what's gone.
There's a time,
there's a time,
when love is young and new,
heaven's paint is blue
when we lay in the summer grass.
For a time,
for a time,
you were so in love with me,
so how was I to see that the summer would pass?
Now you'll ride the ocean,
chase
a star
underneath some faraway sky.
And the hurt in my heart knows you're never coming home,
never coming home till the day the sea
runs dry.
In my dreams,
in my dreams,
you have left yourself behind.
You
caress my mind when the
lights grow dark and chill.
But vagabond,
always traveling beyond,
where's the magic
wand that will bring you nearer still?
There's a time for
holding
to your dreams and a time for starting anew.
The hurt in my heart,
it goes on from day to day,
never goes away,
for it's all I have left of you.