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