To everything, turn, turn, turnThere is a season, turn, turn, turnAnd a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to dieA time to plant, a time to reapA time to kill, a time to healA time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything, turn, turn, turnThere is a season, turn, turn, turnAnd a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break downA time to dance, a time to mournA time to cast away stonesA time to gather stones together
To everything, turn, turn, turnThere is a season, turn, turn, turnAnd a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hateA time of war, a time of peaceA time you may embraceA time to refrain from embracing
To everything, turn, turn, turnThere is a season, turn, turn, turnAnd a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to loseA time to rend, a time to sewA time for love, a time for hateA time for peace, I swear it’s not too late