Turn, turn, turn- The Byrds


To everything, Turn, turn, turn
There is a season, Turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Unto 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
Unto 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
Unto 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
Unto heaven.

A time to gain, a time to lose,
A time to reap, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate,
A time for peace I swear it's not too late.



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