THE GREEN LEAVES OF SUMMER

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 ploughing.
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.

Clavieta solo by Ray

´twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth.
Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home.