About the song
The Seekers’ timeless anthem, “Turn, Turn, Turn,” is a poignant reflection on the cyclical nature of life and the ever-changing seasons of existence. Released in 1965, the song quickly became a global hit, capturing the hearts of listeners with its uplifting melody and profound lyrics.
Adapted from a traditional Hebrew folk song, “Hava Nagila,” the song’s lyrics are a powerful testament to the idea that everything in life, from love to fortune, has its own time and season. The refrain, “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven,” serves as a grounding mantra, reminding us to embrace the inevitable ebb and flow of life’s experiences.
The Seekers’ harmonies and energetic performance bring a sense of optimism and resilience to the song. Their voices blend seamlessly, creating a rich and textured sound that complements the uplifting message. The song’s infectious melody and memorable chorus make it a classic that has stood the test of time.
Beyond its commercial success, “Turn, Turn, Turn” has become a cultural touchstone, appearing in films, television shows, and countless other media. Its enduring popularity is a testament to the song’s timeless message and the universal appeal of its musical arrangement.
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Lyrics
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
And 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
And 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 sow
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear, it’s not too late
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under Heaven