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