The Byrds - Turn turn turn
Tekst en muziek: Pete Seeger
(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









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