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 war, a time of peace;
A time of love, a time of hate;
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 to love, a time to hate;
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!