To every thing, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time for 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 for every purpose
under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down,
a time to dance, a time to mourn,
a time you may embrace,
a time to refrain.
From embracing to everything
there is a season
an d a time for every
purpose under heaven.
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 for peace.
I swear it's not too late
to everything turn,
there is a season.