To everything, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
under heaven
A to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant,
a time to reap, a time to kill, a time
A to heal, a time to laugh,
and a time to be.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn,
turn, turn.
A time to build up and
a time to bring down
A time to dance and a time to mourn
A time to cast away storms
And 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 peace
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
And a time to refrain from embracing
Till everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
under heaven
A time to gain and a time to lose
A time to rinse and a time to soak
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.