To everything,
turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn,
Time to be born, a time to die, 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
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And the time to every
purpose under heaven
The time of war, the time of peace
The time of love, the time of hate
The time you may embrace
It is the time to refrain from embra
cing
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
Founder
Heaven
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