To ev'rything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to 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 to ev'ry 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 ev'rything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to 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

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.

To ev'rything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

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