The Brothers Four - The green leaves of summer
Tekst: Paul Francis Webster / Muziek: Dimitri Tiomkin
(1961)






Oooh ooh, oooh ooh



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



Oooh ooh



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 be home



Oooh ooh, oooh ooh, oooh ooh









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