"Turn, turn, turn" by The Byrds

dantathedevil

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


[Instrumental] 

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 its not too late

 [Instrumental]

To everything 
(turn, turn, turn)


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