Green Leaves Of Summer

(albüm: Woman - 1966)

A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
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 jumping
As high as the sky

A time just for planting
A time just for plowing
A time to be courting
A girl of your own

It was good to be young then
To be close to the earth
And to stand by your wife
At the moment of birth

A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
The green leaves of summer
Are calling me home

It was good to be young then
With the sweet smell of apples
And the owl in the pine tree
Is winking his eye

A time just for planting
A time just for plowing
A time just for setting
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 calling me home

It was so good to be young then
To be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer
Are calling me home