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