To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every 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 everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every 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 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
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late