A time to be reaping, a time to be 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 to be close to the 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, a place for to T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth Now the leaves of summer are calling me home
T'was so good to be young to be close to the earth, Now the green leaves of summer calling be home.