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
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
There is a time you may embrace
There is a time to refrain from embracing
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season
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 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
And a time to every purpose, under heaven