A time to be reapin'a time to be sowin' The green leaves of summer are calling me home It was good to be young then in the season of plenty When the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky A time to be livin', a time to be laughin' A time to be dreamin' a dream of your own Was so good to be young then to be close to the earth Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home (a time to be reapin', a time to be sowin') (the green leaves of summer are callin' me home) It was good to be young then with the sweet smell of of apples And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin' his eye (a time just for plantin', a time just for plowin') (a time just for livin', a place for to die) T'was so good to be young then to be learning to pray And to thank the great maker each trouble free day
