歌手:Mary Hopkin
专辑:《Post Card》

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)
Chorus:
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose under heaven.

Chorus:
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.
Chorus:
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 of love, a time of hate
A time of peace. . .I swear it's not too late.
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose under heaven.

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose under heaven.