Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Changes
Change is a cyclic thing like a twelve spoke wheel that keeps turning without end... Every day, every week, every season there are the same chores to be done. Every month there are bills to be paid. And every season there are the same holidays to be held. The beat goes on and on... There is a cosmic rhythm and a season for everything in the mid-region, under the heaven.
¶ 12/07/2010 09:46:00 AM 
Turn, Turn, Turn
Words-adapted from The Bible, book of Ecclesiastes
Music-Pete Seeger
Words-adapted from The Bible, book of Ecclesiastes
Music-Pete Seeger
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
