To ev'rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev'ry 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 ev'rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev'ry purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to morn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To ev'rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev'ry 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 ev'rything 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 bend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace I swear its not too late To ev'rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purpose under heaven