The Seekers 1967 - 'Turn Turn Turn'. Chords
Tempo:
120.2 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
G
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] It's a sleepy, drowsy sort of [D] place.
Life flows with the easy [G] rhythm of the grapes ripening on the sun-drenched vines.
[Am]
[D] Then comes the autumn [G] and harvest time.
Suddenly the vineyards are alive [A] with people,
their nimble [D] fingers stripping the vines of their [G] fruit like a swarm of locusts.
[Am] It's [D] vintage time, a [G] time for celebration.
That's something the people of the [Am] valley really know how to do.
[D] Visitors come from all [G] over Australia for the Barossa Vintage Festival.
[Am] [D] The festival dates back to the valley's [G] first settlement a hundred years ago
by [D] German immigrants escaping religious persecution in their homeland.
[G] Many of these people are direct [Am] descendants of those first settlers
[D] and they take a fierce [G] pride in keeping alive the old customs and law, [D] even the language.
[G]
[Am] [D]
[G]
[A]
A time to [E] be born, a time [A] to die, a time [E] to plant, a [A] time to reap,
a time [E] to kill, a time [A] to heal, a time [E] to laugh, a time [A] to weep.
To everything turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A time to [E] build up, a time to [A] break down, a time [E] to dance, a time [A] to mourn,
[E] and a time to cast [A] away stones, a [D] time to gather [E] stones [D] [A] together.
To everything turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A [E] time of love, a [A] time of hate, a time [E] of war, [A] of peace,
[E] and a time you [A] may [Bm] have to [D] refrain [E]
from [A] embracing.
To everything [D] turn, turn, turn.
[A] There is a [D] season, turn, turn, turn.
And [C#m] a time [F#m] for [Bm] every purpose [E]
[A] under heaven.
A time [E] to gain, a time [A] to loot, a time [E] to rent, a time [A] to sow, a [E] time to love, a time [A] to hate, a time [E] for peace.
I swear [C#]
it's [B] not [A] too late.
To everything turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
Life flows with the easy [G] rhythm of the grapes ripening on the sun-drenched vines.
[Am]
[D] Then comes the autumn [G] and harvest time.
Suddenly the vineyards are alive [A] with people,
their nimble [D] fingers stripping the vines of their [G] fruit like a swarm of locusts.
[Am] It's [D] vintage time, a [G] time for celebration.
That's something the people of the [Am] valley really know how to do.
[D] Visitors come from all [G] over Australia for the Barossa Vintage Festival.
[Am] [D] The festival dates back to the valley's [G] first settlement a hundred years ago
by [D] German immigrants escaping religious persecution in their homeland.
[G] Many of these people are direct [Am] descendants of those first settlers
[D] and they take a fierce [G] pride in keeping alive the old customs and law, [D] even the language.
[G]
[Am] [D]
[G]
[A]
A time to [E] be born, a time [A] to die, a time [E] to plant, a [A] time to reap,
a time [E] to kill, a time [A] to heal, a time [E] to laugh, a time [A] to weep.
To everything turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A time to [E] build up, a time to [A] break down, a time [E] to dance, a time [A] to mourn,
[E] and a time to cast [A] away stones, a [D] time to gather [E] stones [D] [A] together.
To everything turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A [E] time of love, a [A] time of hate, a time [E] of war, [A] of peace,
[E] and a time you [A] may [Bm] have to [D] refrain [E]
from [A] embracing.
To everything [D] turn, turn, turn.
[A] There is a [D] season, turn, turn, turn.
And [C#m] a time [F#m] for [Bm] every purpose [E]
[A] under heaven.
A time [E] to gain, a time [A] to loot, a time [E] to rent, a time [A] to sow, a [E] time to love, a time [A] to hate, a time [E] for peace.
I swear [C#]
it's [B] not [A] too late.
To everything turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
Key:
A
E
D
G
Am
A
E
D
[G] It's a sleepy, drowsy sort of [D] place.
Life flows with the easy [G] rhythm of the grapes ripening on the sun-drenched vines.
_ [Am] _
_ [D] Then comes the autumn [G] and harvest time.
Suddenly the vineyards are alive [A] with people,
their nimble [D] fingers stripping the vines of their [G] fruit like a swarm of locusts.
_ [Am] _ It's [D] vintage time, a [G] time for celebration.
That's something the people of the [Am] valley really know how to do.
[D] Visitors come from all [G] over Australia for the Barossa Vintage Festival.
_ [Am] _ [D] The festival dates back to the valley's [G] first settlement a hundred years ago
by [D] German immigrants escaping religious persecution in their homeland.
[G] _ Many of these people are direct [Am] descendants of those first settlers
[D] and they take a fierce [G] pride in keeping alive the old customs and law, [D] even the language. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ A time to [E] be born, a time [A] to die, a time [E] to plant, a [A] time to reap,
a time [E] to kill, a time [A] to heal, a time [E] to laugh, a time [A] to _ _ weep. _ _ _
_ _ To everything turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, _ turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose _ under heaven.
_ _ _ A time to [E] build up, a time to [A] break down, a time [E] to dance, a time [A] to mourn,
[E] and a time to cast [A] away stones, a [D] time to gather _ [E] _ _ stones [D] _ [A] together. _ _ _ _
To everything _ _ turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, _ turn.
And a time for every purpose _ under heaven.
_ _ _ A [E] time of love, a [A] time of hate, a time [E] of war, _ [A] of peace,
[E] and a time you [A] may _ _ [Bm] have to [D] _ refrain _ [E] _
from _ [A] embracing. _ _ _ _
To everything _ [D] turn, turn, turn.
[A] There is a [D] season, turn, turn, turn.
And [C#m] a time [F#m] for [Bm] every purpose [E] _
[A] under heaven.
A _ _ time [E] to gain, a time [A] to loot, a time [E] to rent, a time [A] to sow, a [E] time to love, a time [A] to hate, a time [E] for _ peace.
I swear [C#]
it's [B] not [A] too _ _ late. _
_ To everything _ turn, turn, _ turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn. _
And a time for every purpose under heaven. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Life flows with the easy [G] rhythm of the grapes ripening on the sun-drenched vines.
_ [Am] _
_ [D] Then comes the autumn [G] and harvest time.
Suddenly the vineyards are alive [A] with people,
their nimble [D] fingers stripping the vines of their [G] fruit like a swarm of locusts.
_ [Am] _ It's [D] vintage time, a [G] time for celebration.
That's something the people of the [Am] valley really know how to do.
[D] Visitors come from all [G] over Australia for the Barossa Vintage Festival.
_ [Am] _ [D] The festival dates back to the valley's [G] first settlement a hundred years ago
by [D] German immigrants escaping religious persecution in their homeland.
[G] _ Many of these people are direct [Am] descendants of those first settlers
[D] and they take a fierce [G] pride in keeping alive the old customs and law, [D] even the language. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ A time to [E] be born, a time [A] to die, a time [E] to plant, a [A] time to reap,
a time [E] to kill, a time [A] to heal, a time [E] to laugh, a time [A] to _ _ weep. _ _ _
_ _ To everything turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, _ turn, turn.
And a time for every purpose _ under heaven.
_ _ _ A time to [E] build up, a time to [A] break down, a time [E] to dance, a time [A] to mourn,
[E] and a time to cast [A] away stones, a [D] time to gather _ [E] _ _ stones [D] _ [A] together. _ _ _ _
To everything _ _ turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, _ turn.
And a time for every purpose _ under heaven.
_ _ _ A [E] time of love, a [A] time of hate, a time [E] of war, _ [A] of peace,
[E] and a time you [A] may _ _ [Bm] have to [D] _ refrain _ [E] _
from _ [A] embracing. _ _ _ _
To everything _ [D] turn, turn, turn.
[A] There is a [D] season, turn, turn, turn.
And [C#m] a time [F#m] for [Bm] every purpose [E] _
[A] under heaven.
A _ _ time [E] to gain, a time [A] to loot, a time [E] to rent, a time [A] to sow, a [E] time to love, a time [A] to hate, a time [E] for _ peace.
I swear [C#]
it's [B] not [A] too _ _ late. _
_ To everything _ turn, turn, _ turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn. _
And a time for every purpose under heaven. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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