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 embracings
  
  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 of peace, I swear it's not too late