A time to be reapin'a time to be sowin'
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The green leaves of summer are calling me home
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It was 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 to be livin', a time to be laughin'
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A time to be dreamin' a dream of your own
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Was so good to be young then to be close to the earth
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Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home
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(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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It was good to be young then with the sweet smell of of apples
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And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin' his eye
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(A time just for plantin', a time just for plowin')
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(A time just for livin', a place for to die)
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T'was so good to be young then to be learning to pray
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And to thank the great maker each trouble free day
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The Green Leaves Of Summer
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| Marty Robbins |
