Lyrics
a time to be reaping
A time to be courting a girl of your own, it was good to be young then in the season of plenty
to be close to the earth
The green leaves of summer are calling me home, t was so good to be young then
A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing Brothers, a place for to die
To be close to the earth, the green leaves of summer are calling me home, a time to be sowing
A time just for planting, t was so good to be young then Summer, a time just for plowing
A time to be reaping, a time just for plowing
A time to be sowing, to be close to the earth, a time just for planting
a time to be sowing
T was so good to be young then, the green leaves of summer are calling me home
To be close to the earth, at the moment of birth, it was good to be young then in the season of plenty
Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home, and to stand by your wife, a time just for living
a time to be reaping
It was good to be young then in the season of plenty, a place for to die, a time just for living
A time to be sowing, a time to be reaping, it was good to be young then in the season of plenty
T was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer are calling be home, a time to be reaping, a time just for living
it was good to be young then in the season of plenty
T was so good to be young then, now the green leaves of summer are calling me home
A time just for planting, now the green leaves of summer are calling be home
A time to be courting a girl of your own, at the moment of birth
it was good to be young then in the season of plenty
It was good to be young then in the season of plenty, the green leaves of summer are calling me home, now the green leaves of summer are calling me home
Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home, the green leaves of summer are calling me home of, a time just for living