A Ballad for Our Time - The Four Seasons

This is a ballad of our time

Every bird has its right of way

As it flies through the freeway of the sky

Every flower sees the light of the day

Or it's going to crumble up and die

And dreams need a place in the sun

So by chance maybe one comes true

One comes true

Every tree has a piece of land

Where its roots have the liberty to grow

Every sea has a beach of sand

Where its water have room to overflow

And pride needs somewhere to live

So it just doesn't give in quick give in quick

Every rain has its day to fall

And its day of returning to the skies

Every wind has the protocol

To be kicking up dust into our eyes

And strength needs a chance to be shown

Even just to be known to fail known to fail

Every bird has its right of way

As it flies through the freeway of the sky

Every flower sees the light of the day

Or it's going to crumble up and die

And who has the right to say no

But at times it's as no one does no one does