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.

(Guitare solo)

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.

Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
The Byrds