Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season) Songtext
von Mary Hopkin

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
And a time to every purpose under Heaven


A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
There is a time you may embrace
There is a time to refrain from embracing

To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
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 of love, a time of 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 to every purpose under Heaven
And a time to every purpose under Heaven