A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
The green leaves of Summer
Are calling me home
It was so good to be young then
In a season of plenty
When the catfish were jumping
As high as the sky
A time to be laughing
A time to be living
A time to be courting
A girl of your own
It was so good to be young then
In a season of plenty
And the green leaves of Summer
Are calling me home
A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
A time just for living
A place for to die
It was so good to be young then
To be close to the earth
And to stand by your wife
At the moment of birth
The green leaves of Summer
Are calling me home