To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heavenA 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 weepTo everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heaven
A time to buid 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 togetherTo everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heavenA 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 embracingTo everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rain, a time of sow
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace
I swear it's not too late
