Medley: Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)/Mr. Tambourine Man/Eight Miles High (Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA - February 1969)

Medley: Turn! Turn! Turn!(To Everything There Is A Season) (Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA - February 1969/Mr. Tambourine Man/Eight Miles High) - The Byrds
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 of war  a time of peace
A time of war  a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
Hey Mister Tambourine Man  play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey Mister Tambourine Man  play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning  I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade
On to my own parade cast your dancin' spell my way
I promise to go under it
Hey Mister Tambourine Man  play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey Mister Tambourine Man  play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning  I'll come followin' you
Eight miles high and when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you're going
Are somewhere just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town known for its sound
In places small faces unbound
Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living some standing alone