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)
The Byrds"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)" is a song by The Byrds, released in 1969 in the Pop genre. The song is 8:03 long and contains 43 lines and 351 words.
0:00Medley: 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
0:10To everything - turn turn turn
0:21There is a season - turn turn turn
0:32And a time to every purpose under heaven
0:39A time to be born a time to die
0:42A time to plant a time to reap
0:46A time to kill a time to heal
0:50A time to laugh a time to weep
0:57To everything - turn turn turn
1:02There is a season - turn turn turn
1:07And a time to every purpose under heaven
1:14A time of war a time of peace
1:19A time of war a time of peace
1:23A time you may embrace
1:25A time to refrain from embracing
2:19Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me
2:25I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
2:32Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me
2:39In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you
2:50Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
2:56All my senses have been stripped
3:00And my hands can't feel to grip
3:04And my toes too numb to step
3:07Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
3:15I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade
3:22On to my own parade cast your dancin' spell my way
3:30I promise to go under it
3:36Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me
3:43I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
3:51Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me
3:58In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you
4:56Eight miles high and when you touch down
5:04You'll find that it's stranger than known
5:11Signs in the street that say where you're going
5:19Are somewhere just being their own
5:33Nowhere is there warmth to be found
5:40Among those afraid of losing their ground
5:48Rain gray town known for its sound
5:56In places small faces unbound
7:41Round the squares huddled in storms
7:49Some laughing some just shapeless forms
7:56Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
8:03Some living some standing alone
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
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