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We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism s
When will there be a time to love

We make time to debate religion
Passing bills and building prisons
For building fortunes and passing judgements
When will there be a time to love

At this point in history we have a choice to make
To either walk a path of love
Or be crippled by our hate

We have time to cause pollution
We have time to cause confusion
All wrapped up in our own illusions
When will there be a time to love

We make time to conquer nations
Time for oil exploration
Hatred, violence and terrorism
When will there be a time to love

At this moment in time
We have a choice to make
Father God is watching
While we cause mother earth so much pain
It s such a shame
Not enough money for
The young, the old and the poor
But for war there is always more
When will there be a time to love

We make time for paying taxes
Or paying bills and buying status
But we will pay the consequences
If we don t make the time to love

Now s the time to pay attention
Yes now is the time... to love...
A time love... Love...
A time to Love
Please, please won t you tell me
When will there be a time to love...

-=- Chorus -=-
(2x)

-=- Warren G -=-
Fast Money
Might be yo last money
Quick to blast, for the cash money
Squabbin over past money
Lookin for spots to stash money
Fast Money
Might be yo last...

[Aubrey]
i don t ever wanna leave your arms
when your holdin me im so caught up in the
moment baby

[Dawn]
Whatever you tell me i believe
you right away when i play i like they way you spend
with you
i wish i could

[Chorus]
press pause...

[The story of the love between Arthur and Guinvere. Lying on his deathbed, Arthur sings of his desperate love, Guinvere s beauty - and that he forgives her for all she has done]

You re a precious girl
In a tragile shell
With a rose coloured skin
And a roses smell

Your long golden hair
Reflecting...

Sittin around here pickin my banjo
Thinking about love and the aftertought
All those days we had together
What was what and what was not
You and I we were so crazy
Going from here back to there
Now I m thinking bout tomorrow
Or the who s who and what was where
Bye ...

Will somebody wear me to the fair?
Will a lady pin me in her hair?
Will a child find me by a stream?
Kiss my petals and weave me through a dream.

For all of these simple things and much more a flower was born...