About the song
**Turn! Turn! Turn!**
A timeless anthem of cyclical change and the inevitability of fate, “Turn! Turn! Turn!” by The Byrds stands as a testament to the band’s ability to blend folk music with a pop sensibility. Released in 1965, the song quickly became a chart-topper, capturing the hearts of listeners with its uplifting melody and thought-provoking lyrics.
The song’s lyrics are adapted from a poem by Pete Seeger, inspired by Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. Seeger’s original version, “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”, focused on the cyclical nature of war and peace. The Byrds, however, expanded on this theme, exploring the broader concept of life’s constant ebb and flow.
The opening lines, “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven,” immediately set the stage for a contemplative journey. The song’s verses delve into the various stages of life, from birth and growth to decline and death. The chorus, with its infectious melody, serves as a powerful reminder that change is an inevitable part of existence.
The Byrds’ harmonies and instrumentation add depth and complexity to the song. The acoustic guitars create a warm and inviting atmosphere, while the electric guitar solo adds a touch of rock and roll energy. Gene Clark’s lead vocals are both soulful and passionate, conveying the song’s message with sincerity and conviction.
“Turn! Turn! Turn!” is more than just a catchy pop song. It is a timeless piece of music that continues to resonate with audiences of all ages. The song’s message of acceptance and resilience is as relevant today as it was when it was first released. Whether you’re facing personal challenges or simply reflecting on the passage of time, “Turn! Turn! Turn!” offers a comforting reminder that everything has its season.
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Lyrics
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