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