Lyrics
The green leaves of summer are callin me home, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home, a time just for ploughin
A place for to die, a time to be courtin a girl of your own Of, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home
A time just for plantin, a time to be reapin, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye, a time just for plantin Of, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home
A place for to die, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home, a time just for plantin
A time just for plantin, twas so good to be young then, a time just for ploughin
Now the green leaves of summer are callin me home, with the sweet smell of apples Hawes, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home
A time just for ploughin, a time just for livin Leaves, and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
Twas so good to be young then, a place for to die Green, twas so good to be young then
Twas so good to be young then, a time to be sowin, a time to be sowin
A time just for plantin, when the catfish were jumpin as high as the sky
To be close to the earth, the green leaves of summer are callin me home, with the sweet smell of apples
A time to be courtin a girl of your own, twas so good to be young then, a time to be sowin
Now the green leaves of summer are callin me home, when the catfish were jumpin as high as the sky
Now the green leaves of summer are callin me home, a time to be sowin, and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
A time to be reapin, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home, with the sweet smell of apples
With the sweet smell of apples, twas so good to be young then
the green leaves of summer are callin me home
When the catfish were jumpin as high as the sky, twas so good to be young then
the green leaves of summer are callin me home
A time just for plantin, and the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye
A place for to die, in a season of plenty Hampton, when the catfish were jumpin as high as the sky
In a season of plenty, a time just for plantin
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye, the green leaves of summer are callin me home
A time just for ploughin, a time just for ploughin
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye, a time to be reapin, when the catfish were jumpin as high as the sky
with the sweet smell of apples
To be close to the earth, a time to be courtin a girl of your own
A time just for ploughin, twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth
Twas so good to be young then, twas so good to be young then Summer, a time just for plantin
A time to be sowin, a time to be sowin, the green leaves of summer are callin me home
and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
A place for to die, twas so good to be young then
With the sweet smell of apples, a time to be courtin a girl of your own
and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye, a time just for plantin Green, a time just for plantin
A time to be courtin a girl of your own, twas so good to be young then
to be close to the earth
a time just for plantin
The green leaves of summer are callin me home, a time just for ploughin Hampton, twas so good to be young then
A time just for livin, a time to be courtin a girl of your own
and the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye
twas so good to be young then
To be close to the earth, in a season of plenty
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth, in a season of plenty, to be close to the earth
the green leaves of summer are callin me home
a time to be courtin a girl of your own
now the green leaves of summer are callin me home
Now the green leaves of summer are callin me home, to be close to the earth
A time to be sowin, a time just for plantin
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth, twas so good to be young then
a time to be reapin
now the green leaves of summer are callin me home
