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 embraces
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late
(Turn, turn, turn, turn)
For everything there is a season
There is a reason
Turn, turn, turn
For everything there is a purpose
A purpose under heaven
Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Every season
There's a reason
Turn, turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
I swear it's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
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