A time to be reapin` a time to be sowin`
The green leaves of Summer are callin` me home
`Twas so good to be young then in a season of plenty
When the catfish were jumpin` as high as the sky
A time just for plantin` a time just for ploughin`
A time to be courtin` a girl of your own
`Twas so good to be young then to be close to the earth
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
A time to be reapin` a time to be sowin`
The green leaves of Summer are callin` me home
`Twas so good to be young then with the sweet smell of apples
And the owl in the pine tree a winkin` his eye
A time just for plantin` a time just for ploughin`
A time just for livin` a place for to die
`Twas so good to be young then to be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin` me home
`Twas so good to be young then to be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin` me home