Turn! Turn! Turn!

Tiny hands, recycled cans, the metal bands I could not stand.. The time you cried and threw your crayons across the floor... These are the things I think about when I'm alone without you I wonder of your whereabouts and hope like hell you're happy wh

Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee and I'm going to Louisiana Sasannah for to see Oh Susannah now don't you cry for me Cause I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee Well it rained so hard the night I left, the weather it was dry And

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 everyth

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 Everyth