Turn, Turn, Turn Sheila Walsh

To every day, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
For the 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 every day, 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

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 to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together