The Byrds - Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season) Lyrics

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Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season)

Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season) Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season) By The Byrds?
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 |
Who Wrote Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season) By The Byrds?
Peter Seeger
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What's The Duration Of The Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season) By The Byrds?The duration of Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season) is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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