A time to be reaping, a time be sowing The green leaves of summer are calling home It was good to be young then in the season of plenty When catfish were jumping as high as the sky.
A time just for planting, a just for plowing A time to be courting a girl of your own T'was so good to be young then, to be close to earth And to stand by your at the moment of birth.
A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing A time just for living, place for to die. T'was so good to be young then, to be close the earth Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home
T'was so good to young then, to be close to the earth, Now the green leaves of are calling be home.