A Time To Be Reapin', A Time To Be Sowin'.
The Green Leaves Of Summer Are Callin' Me Home.
It Was So Good To Be Young Then, In The Season Of Plenty,
When The Catfish Were Jumpin' As High As The Sky.

A Time Just For Plantin', A Time Just For Ploughin'.
A Time To Be Courtin' A Girl Of Your Own.
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.
Ooh-ooh

A Time To Be Reapin', A Time To Be Sowin'.
The Green Leaves Of Summer Are Callin' Me Home.
It Was So Good To Be Young Then,
With Sweet Smell Of Apples
And The Owl In The Birch Tree Is Winking His Eye

A Time Just For Plantin', A Time Just For Ploughin'.
A Time Just For Settin', A Place For To Die.
It Was So Good To Be Young Then, To Be Close To The Earth,
Now The Green Leaves Of Summer Are Callin' Me Home.

It Was So Good To Be Young Then, To Be Close To The Earth,
Now The Green Leaves Of Summer Are Callin' Me Home.
Ooh-ooh