the brothers four
the green leaves of summer
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 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, 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