Lyrics
To everything, they say, there is a season
And a time, they say, for every purpose under heaven
And every house that grows into a home
Is full of life until its season's done
And all things, they say, must pass
All things, they say, must pass away
And so it is with people
And so it is with homes
There's a season,
And a purpose,
And then, it's done
This old house was once a thing alive
And this old house could love, and laugh, and cry
We thought this old house would always survive
But this old house was once a thing alive
And all things, they say, must pass
All things, they say, must pass away
And so it is with people
And so, with people's homes
There's a season,
And a purpose
And then, it's done
