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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 to be reapin', a time to be laughin'
A time to be dreamin', a dream of your own
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Now the green leaves of summer are callin' me home
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 loved and to pray,
And to thank the Good Lord for each part of the day.