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