TURN  TURN  TURN

Words:  Bill Taylor.
Tune:   Turn, turn, turn (the Byrds)


For every move,          Turn turn turn...
There is some meaning,   Turn turn turn...
And a time for each tesuji under heaven.

A time to kill,          a time to heal,
A time to cut,           a time to peep,
A time to clamp,         a time to wedge,
A time to descend,       and a time for extending.

For every move,          Turn turn turn...
There is some meaning,   Turn turn turn...
And a time for each tesuji under heaven.

A time to fight,         a time to run,
A time to break out,     a time to draw back,
A time to erase,         a time to invade,
A time to split - a time to gather groups together.

For every move,          Turn turn turn...
There is some meaning,   Turn turn turn...
And a time for each tesuji under heaven.

A time for shape,        a time for strength,
A time for thickness,    a time for length,
A time to ladder,        a time to net,
A time to very           small weak groups... forget.

For every move,          Turn turn turn...
There is some meaning,   Turn turn turn...
And a time for each tesuji under heaven.

A time for ko,           a time to say no,
A time to threaten,      a time to forget 'em,
A time to make eyes,     and to gouge them out,
A time to gaily,         throw your stones about!
 
For every move,          Turn turn turn...
There is some meaning,   Turn turn turn...
And a time for each tesuji under heaven.

A time for sente,        a time for gote,
A time to chase,         a time to race,
A time to slide,         and to jump inside,
A time to run - a time   for flower-viewing fun.  

For every move,          Turn turn turn...
There is some meaning,   Turn turn turn...
And a time for each tesuji under heaven.