TURN, TURN, TURN

or TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON



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



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



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



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



sung by Judy Collins on her Third Album

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