Turn, turn, turn To everything (turn, turn, turn)There is a season (turn, turn, turn)And a time to every purpose,under heaven A time to be born, a time to dieA time to plant, a time to reapA time to kill, a time to healA time to laugh, a time to weep Home – Gedichten: G1 G2 G3 G4 G5 G6 G7 G8