The Byrds

Songtekst

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

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 to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Songinformatie

de songtekst van "turn! turn! turn!" bevat woorden uit het boek van Ecclesiastes.

Artiest	The Byrds
	A-kant
Titel	Turn ! Turn ! Turn ! (To Everything There Is A Season)
Lengte	3:34
Componist(en)	Pete Seeger
Producer(s)	Terry Melches
	B-kant
Titel	She don’t care about time
Lengte	2:28
Componist(en)	G. Clark
Producer(s)	Terry Melches
Platenlabel	CBS
Catalogusnr	1.897
Album	Turn! Turn! Turn!