Artist: The ByrdsComposer: book of Ecclesiastes, music Pete SeegerCopyright: 1959GoChords.com
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 lau------gh, a ti---------me to weep
CHRS To everything - turn, turn, turn. There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for 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 for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace; A time of love, a time of hate;
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 for every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose; A time to rend, a time to sew;
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 - turn, turn, turn. And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace; A time of love, a time of hate;
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 for every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose; A time to rend, a time to sew;
A time to love, a time to hate; A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!