Turn, Turn, Turn

To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time for 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,
And 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 for every purpose under heaven.

A time of love, a time of hate,
A time of war, a time of peace,
And 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 to love, a time to hate,
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.

To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time for every purpose under heaven.