To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
Turn, turn, turn
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 Turn, turn, turn
To everything
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn A time of love, a time of hate
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
A time you may embrace
A time of war, a time of peace A time to refrain from embracings
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 for love, a time for hate
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
To everything Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn.
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