Turn! Turn! Turn! Ringtones

To every thing, 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 to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Well I'm back again for another night Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can't lay to rest This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her, so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose If a tear should fall if I should whisper her name To some stranger I'm holdin' while we're dancin' to an old Buck Owens song I know she won't mind she won't even know She'll be dancing with a memory crying teardrops of her own Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose. Yeah, mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

Make this and reshape it Pictures of some cute girls' faces Some sort of stupid inspiration While we're running, running down Graze until the grass is brown, then just leave it Spilled my guts from my chest It's like there's less and less left You know I really want to Be unconditioned You know I really want to Turn & go & turn You know I really want to Be completely different You know I really want to Really know it all Spilled my guts from my chest It's like there's less and less left Spilled my guts from my chest It's like there's less and less left Reshape and erase this Funny people, funny places It's boring everything is shapeless While we're running, running down You know I really want to Be unconditioned You know I really want to Really know it all You know I really want to Be completely different You know I really want to Turn & go & 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 And a time to every purpose under Heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace There is a time you may embrace There is a time to refrain from embracing To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season 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 of love, a time of hate A time of peace, I swear it's not too late To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under Heaven And a time to every purpose under Heaven

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 embraces A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time of peace, I swear it's not too late (Turn, turn, turn, turn) For everything there is a season There is a reason Turn, turn, turn For everything there is a purpose A purpose under heaven Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn Every season There's a reason Turn, turn, turn, turn Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn I swear it's not too late It's not too late It's not too late There is a season Turn, turn, turn Turn, turn, turn