the byrds
turn! turn! turn!
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