Woo...

Woo...

A time to be reaping

A time to be sowing

The green leaves of summer

Are calling me home 'Twas so 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 'Twas so good to be young then

To be close to the earth

And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth

Woo...

A time to be reaping

A time to be sowing

A time just for living

A place for to die 'Twas so good to be young then

To be close to the earth

Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home 'Twas so good to be young then

To be close to the earth

Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home

Woo...

Woo...