Turn, Turn, Turn

To everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate

A time of war, a time of peace

A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time of love, a time of hate

A time for peace, I swear it's not too late