064. To Everything There is a season

To ev'rything there is a season
To ev'rything there is a time
For ev'ry purpose under heaven
There is a time, a proper time

To live and die, to plant harvest
To kill and heal, to wreck and build
To cry and laugh, to mourn and dance
There is a time, a proper time

A time to cast away, to bring together
A time to be embraced, to be alone
To find and lose, to keep and give
There is a time, there is a time

To tear apart, to mend together
To be silent, and to speak
To love and hate, for war and peace
There is a time, a proper time
To ev'rything there is a time