To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for 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 for 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) Chorus: There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven.
Chorus: 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. Chorus: To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time of love, a time of hate A time of peace. . .I swear it's not too late. To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven.
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven.
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for 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 for 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) Chorus: There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven.
Chorus: 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. Chorus: To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time of love, a time of hate A time of peace. . .I swear it's not too late. To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven.
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven.
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