A time to be born and a time to die
A time to plant and a time to take
A time to kill and a time to heal
A time to tear down and a time to build

Whatever is has already been
What will be can’t be again
It will be called to account
Under the sun
We are what we found

A time to weep and a time to laugh
A time to mourn and a time to dance
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather
A time to embrace and a time to refrain

Whatever is has already been
What will be can’t be again
It will be called to account
Under the sun
We are what we found

A time to search and a time to give up
A time to keep and a time to toss
A time to tear and a time to mend
A time to be silent and a time to send

Whatever is has already been
What will be can’t be again
It will be called to account
Under the sun
We are what we found

A time to love and a time to hate
A time for war and a time for peace

Whatever is has already been
What will be can’t be again
It will be called to account
Under the sun
We are what we found

Whatever is has already been
What will be can’t be again
It will be called to account
Under the sun
We are what we found