George Benson

Um hmm, um hmm hmm
Everyone will change
Everything will change
Everything must change
Nothing stays the same, no no
Everyone must change
Nothing stays the same
Young become the old
Mysteries do unfold
‘Cause that’s the way of time
Nothing and no one goes unchanged
There are not many things in live
You can be sure of, ooh , except
Rain comes from the clouds
And sun lights up the sky
And hummingbirds do fly
Winter turns to spring
Wounded heart will heal, yes it will
But never much too soon
Everything must change