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 it’s not too late
(The Byrds / The Bible)
Friday, 16 May 2008
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