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