Turn! Turn! Turn!

Byrds

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 to 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 to every purpose under heaven.


A time to gain, a time to lose.


A time to rend, a time to sow.


A time for love, a time for hate.


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