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 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 to 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 to 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 to every purpose, under Heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
What a great shot!
ReplyDeleteI like the different colors...
Such a tender, moving post today, Birdman. I love the boys who humm while they eat. I don't think there can be a higher compliment to the cook.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite songs.
ReplyDeleteAfter yesterday's beautiful and vibrant colored tulips to today's death and decay certainly covers just about everything.
ReplyDeleteI hummed a lot when I was a child, even while I ate. My Mom called it the Hum of Contentment. Haha! The Byrd's song goes perfectly with your picture.
ReplyDeleteSunny :)
Perfect song for the photo. I love the little splashes of color in the photo among the dead leaves.
ReplyDeleteI am partial to The Byrds, too. HOwever, in my head. I made the tragic mistake of buying one of those el-cheapo compilations ... and the arrangements and production values ... umm ... how to put this politely ...
ReplyDeleteSo, they remain in a pond of their own ... in my head.