To everything, ask me, ask me, ask me.
There is a season, ask me, ask me, ask me.
And a song to every purpose under heaven.
A song to be born, a song to die.
A song to plant, a song to reap.
A song to kill, a song to heal.
A song to laugh, a song to weep.
To everything, ask me, ask me, ask me.
There is a season, ask me, ask me, ask me.
And a song to every purpose under heaven.
A song to build up, a song to break down.
A song to dance, a song to mourn.
A song to cast away stones.
A song to gather stones together.(Even if they're way over the hill)
To everything, ask me, ask me, ask me.
There is a season, ask me, ask me, ask me.
And a song to every purpose under heaven.
A song of love, a song of hate.
A song of war, a song of peace.
A song you may embrace.
A song to refrain from embracing.(Frankie says relax)
o everything, ask me, ask me, ask me.
There is a season, ask me, ask me, ask me.
And a song to every purpose under heaven.
A song to gain, a song to lose.
A song to rend, a song to sow.
A song for love, a song for hate.
A song for peace, I swear it's not too late. |
