I heard this song at the Blue Rider tonight. I can recall it being played during my youth, on the stereo in our living room on Shirley Court and it brings nothing but happy memories.
There couldn’t be a more suiting time in my life to hear this music. Right now I feel I am being tugged by the future in so many uncertain directions, it’s hard to assure and reassure myself that everything happens for a reason, and that the choices I make will eventually, at long last someday, lead to something plentiful and fulfilling. It’s difficult to picture an affirmative life unfolding when you feel so lost.
I am only trying to accept that this is my time to be uncertain, a time to be uncertain, a time of love, a time of peace, a time of hate, a time for every purpose under heaven. I can do anything.
Thank you, Byrds.
PS: If nothing else, the woman dancing in the background of this video is hilarious.
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
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for 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 a time for 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 a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late
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