To everything, turn, turn, turn (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven

To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven

time to weep, time to laugh;
time to mourn, time to dance;
time to get, time to lose;
time to embrace
And a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven

time to sew, time to rend,
time for silence, time to speak;
time to kill, a time to heal
time to cast away stones
time to gather stones together

Oh to everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven

time to be born and a time to die
time to break down, time to build up
time to love, a time to hate
time for war, time for peace,
I swear it's not too late

To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven

To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)

To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)