Turn, Turn, Turn (To Everything There's A Season)

To every thing, 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
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 every thing, 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
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
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 of peace, i swear
It’s not too late
To every thing, turn, turn, turn
There is a season and a time
To every purpose under heaven
And a time to every
Purpose under heaven