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Judy Collins - Turn, Turn, Turn

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,
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 embracing.

To everything, turn, turn, turn..
there is a season, turn, turn, turn..
and a time to every purpose under heaven.

A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sow
a time to love, a time to hate..
a time of peace—I swear it’s not too late.

To everything, turn, turn, turn..
there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven.

These lyrics are by Judy Collins, from Turn, Turn, Turn. Posted at 6:27am on 4 September 2006.
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