To everything
Turn, Turn, Turn
There is a season
Turn, Turn, Turn
And a time for 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 for 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 for 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 for every purpose, under Heaven

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 for peace, I swear it's not too late