A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing The green leaves of 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 time just for plowing A time to be a girl of your own T'was good to be young then, to be close to the earth And to stand by your wife, at the moment of
A time to be 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 the green leaves of summer are calling me home
T'was so to be young then, to be close to earth, Now the green leaves of summer are calling be home.