The lyrics are, of course, taken from the book of Ecclesiastes, chapter 3, modified slightly for the song:
To everything turn, turn, turnThere is a season turn, turn, turnAnd 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 . . .
Not my favorite group, but they had a memorable sound that calls to mind the jingle-jangle days of youth, when the endless road of life seemed to lead everywhere but the grave.
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