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