A time

The Byrds - Turn, Turn, Turn

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

A time to born, a time to die
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

A time to build up, a time to breake down
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time for love, a time for hate
A time of peace, I swair it's not too late