To Everything

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 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 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 time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose,

A time to rend, a time to sow,

A time for love, a time for hate,

A time for peace, I swear it's not too late . . .

I miss you daddy. I wish you were here to see Little Webb. You would be so proud.