All our times have come. Here, but now there, gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. (We can be like they are). . Come on baby.
All our times have come. Here, but now they're gone. The seasons don't fear the Reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. And we can be like they are.
(Blue Oyster Cult). . All our times have come. Here but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. We can be like they are.
[Written by Blue Oyster Cult]. . All our times have come. Here but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.
All our times have come. Here, but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. (We can be like they are). .