A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
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The green leaves of summer are callin' me home.
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'Twas so good to be young then, in the season of plenty,
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When the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.
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A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'.
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A time to be courtin' a girl of your own.
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'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
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And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
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Ooh-ooh
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A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
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A time just for livin', a place for to die.
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'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
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Now the green leaves of summer are callin' me home.
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'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
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Now the green leaves of summer are callin' me home.
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Ooh-ooh
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The Green Leaves Of Summer
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| The Brothers Four |
