Turn, Turn, Turn Songtext
von Judy Collins

To every thing, 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

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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 every thing, turn, turn, turn
There is a season 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

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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 of peace, i swear
It′s not too late

To every thing, turn, turn, turn
There is a season and a time
To every purpose under heaven

And a time to every
Purpose under heaven