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 A time to weep, time to laugh; A time to mourn, time to dance; A time to get, time to lose; A 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 A time to sew, time to rend A time for silence, time to speak; A time to k**, a time to heal A time to cast away stones A 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 A time to be born and a time to die A time to break down, time to build up A time to love, a time to hate A 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)