Pete Seeger 

    

  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



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



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



A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time of love, a time of hate

A time of peace, I swear it's not too late







Original source



To every thing there is a season, and a time

to every purpose under the heaven:



A time to be born, and a time to die; a time

to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is

planted;



A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to

break down, and a time to build up;



A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time

to mourn, and a time to dance;



A time to cast away stones, and a time to

gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a

time to refrain from embracing;



A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to

keep, and a time to cast away;



A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to

keep silence, and a time to speak;



A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of

war, and a time of peace.