Wo…wo…
A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
The green leaves of summer
Are calling me home «
Twas so 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 your wife
At the moment of birth, wo…
A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
A time just for living
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 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