Lyrics
a time to be courting
In the season of plenty, when the catfish were jumping
are calling me home
a time to be reaping
Are calling me home, now the green leaves of summer
a time to be sowing
A time just for ploughing, in the season of plenty, twas so good to be young then
A time to be reaping, a time just for planting
In the season of plenty, twas so good to be young then
Are calling me home, a time just for planting (The, a time to be reaping
now the green leaves of summer
The green leaves of summer, close to the earth
A time just for planting, are calling me home
now the green leaves of summer
a time to be courting
and to stand by your wife
Close to the earth, and to stand by your wife
a time to be courting
a girl of your own
a time to be reaping
A time to be sowing, now the green leaves of summer, twas so good to be young then
when the catfish were jumping
and to stand by your wife
twas so good to be young then
And to stand by your wife, a time to be reaping
When the catfish were jumping, a girl of your own
Are calling me home, at the moment of birth, at the moment of birth
Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth, a girl of your own
Twas so good to be young then, a girl of your own, are calling me home
twas so good to be young then
Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth, close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer, and to stand by your wife, when the catfish were jumping
A time to be reaping, a time to be courting Summer, a time to be sowing
A time to be sowing, a time to be reaping
a time just for planting
A time just for planting, to be close to the earth, as high as the sky
Are calling me home, twas so good to be young then, when the catfish were jumping
Now the green leaves of summer, a time to be sowing
To be close to the earth, when the catfish were jumping
in the season of plenty
When the catfish were jumping, are calling me home
Close to the earth, a girl of your own, now the green leaves of summer
the green leaves of summer
Twas so good to be young then, are calling me home, and to stand by your wife
Twas so good to be young then, the green leaves of summer