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 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 embraces

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 of peace, I swear it's not too late

(Turn, turn, turn, turn)

For everything there is a season

There is a reason

Turn, turn, turn

For everything there is a purpose

A purpose under heaven

Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn

Every season

There's a reason

Turn, turn, turn, turn

Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn

I swear it's not too late

It's not too late

It's not too late

There is a season

Turn, turn, turn

Turn, turn, turn