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