Mary Hopkin Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There Is A Season)
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.
