Everything must change
Nothing stays the same
Everyone must change
No one stays the same

The young [bad word] the old
And mysteries do unfold
Cause that's the way of time
Nothing and no one goes unchanged

There are not many things in life
You can be sure of
Except [bad word] from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
And hummingbirds do fly

Winter turns to spring
wounded heart will heal
But never much too soon
Yes everything must change

The young [bad word] the old
And mysteries do unfold
Cause that's the way of time
Nothing and no one goes unchanged

There are not many things in life
You can be sure of
Except [bad word] from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
And butterflies do fly
 [bad word] from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
And music
And music
Makes me cry