 To everything, turn, turn, turn (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to weep, time to laugh;
A time to mourn, time to dance;
A time to get, time to lose;
A time to embrace
And a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to sew, time to rend,
A time for silence, time to speak;
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
Oh to everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born and a time to die
A time to break down, time to build up
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for war, time for peace,
I swear it's not too late
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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