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Video for Stoney Creek Bluegrass Band’s recording of “There Is A Time”. I have previously posted the Dillards’ original version of this song. _______________________ There Is A Time Songwriters: Rodney Dillard and Mitchell Jayne

There is a time for love and laughter The days will pass like summer storms The winter winds will follow after But there is love and love is warm

There is a time for us to wander When time is young and so are we The woods are greener over yonder The path is new, the world is free

There is a time when leaves are falling The woods are grey the paths are old The snow will come when geese are calling You need a fire against the cold

There is a time for us to wander When time is young and so are we The woods are greener over yonder The path is new, the world is free

So when you're roaming in the springtime And you find your love in the summer sun The frost will come and bring the harvest And you can sleep when day is done

There is a time for us to wander When time is young and so are we The woods are greener over yonder The path is new,the world is free The path is new, the world is free There is a time for us to wander When time is young and so are we The woods are greener over yonder The path is new,the world is free

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Mo Pitney and an all star line up recording “Old Home Place”. __________________ Old Home Place Songwriter: Dean Webb and Mitchell Jayne

It's been ten long years since I left my home In the hollow where I was born Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise And the foxhunter blows his horn

I fell in love with a girl from the town I thought that she would be true I ran away to Charlottesville And worked in a sawmill or two

What have they done to the old home place Why did they tear it down And why did I leave the plow in the field And look for a job in the town

Well my girl she ran off with somebody else The taverns took all my pay And here I stand where the old home stood Before they took it away

Now the geese they fly south and the cold wind blows As I stand here and hang my head I've lost my love I've lost my home And now I wish that I was dead