To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
Time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
An d a time to every birth under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
a time to gather stones together.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate,
A time of war, a time of peace,
And a time to every purpose on earth.
A time to gain, a time to lose, a time to rend,
a time to sow, a time of love, a time of hate, a time of peace.
I swear it's not too late
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
There is a season turned,
and a time to every purpose
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