Ecclesiastes

I never knew you, Pete Seeger, but in some ways I count you a brother. Life is seasons, and in this the bravest of us glory. 


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 laugh, a time to weep.

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 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 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 for peace, I swear it's not too late.