The Byrds
The Byrds - Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season) songtekst
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To ev'rything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to ev'ry 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 ev'rything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to ev'ry purpose under heaven. A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to morn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together. To ev'rything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to ev'ry 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 ev'rything, turn, turn, turn There is a seasons, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to gain, a time to lose A time to ran, a time to sow A time for love, a time for hate A time for peace I swear it's not too late. To ev'rything, turn, turn, turn There is a seaso, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven.