text: 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
  There is a season
  Turn, Turn, Turn
  And a time for 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 for every purpose, under Heaven
  A time to gain
  A time to lose
  A time to rend
  A time to sew
  A time to love
  A time to hate
  A time for peace, I swear its not too late