August 23, 2014

The Byrds - Turn! Turn! Turn! - 1965





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 (Turn! Turn! Turn!)
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 sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's 
not too late

in Him was life

in Him was life