To ev'rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for ev'ry 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 ev'rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for ev'ry purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to morn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To ev'rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for ev'ry 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 ev'rything
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 sow
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace I swear its not too late
To ev'rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

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