To everything
 Turn, turn, turn
 There is a season
 Turn, turn, turn
 And a time to every purpose under Heaven

 time to be born, a time to die
 time to plant, a time to reap
 time to kill, a time to heal
 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

 time to build up, a time to break down
 time to dance, a time to mourn
 time to cast away stones
 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

 time of love, a time of hate
 time of war, a time of peace
 time you may embrace
 time to refrain from embracings

 time to gain, a time to lose
 time to rend, a time to sew
 time to love, a time to hate
 time of peace, I swear it's not too late