Pete seeger

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

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

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

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

Original source

To every thing there is a season, and a time
To every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time
To plant, and a time to pluck up that which is
Planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to
Break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time
To mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to
Gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a
Time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to
Keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to
Keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of
War, and a time of peace