Wilson Phillips

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 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
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 for love, a time for hate
a time for peace, i swear it's not too late
To everything
turn, turn, turn
there is a season
turn, turn, turn