A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
The green leaves of summer
Are calling me home
Twas good to be young, then
In the season of plenty
When the catfish were jumping
As high as the sky
A time just for planting
A time just for ploughing
A time to be courting a girl of your own
Twas so good to be young, then
To be close to the earth
And to stand by and watch
The moment of birth
Twas so good to be young, then
To be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer
Are calling me home
Twas so good to be young, then
To be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer
Are calling me home