The Green Leaves Of Summer

A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
When the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.

A time just for plantin', a time just for [Dm7]ploughin'.
A time to [C7]be [Am]courtin' a girl of your own.
'Twas [Am7]so good to [C7]be [Am]young then, to [C7]be [Am]close to [C7]the earth,
And to [C7]stand [Bm]by your wife at the moment of birth.

A time to [C7]be [Am]ɾeapin', a time to [C7]be [Am]sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas [Am7]so good to [C7]be [Am]young then, with the sweet smell of apples,
And the owl in the pine tɾee a-winkin' his eye.

A time just for [Dm7]plantin', a time just for [Dm7]ploughin'.
A time just for [Dm7]livin', a place for [Dm7]to [C7]die.
'Twas [Am7]so good to [C7]be [Am]young then, to [C7]be [Am]close to [C7]the earth,
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.

'Twas [Am7]so good to [C7]be [Am]young then, to [C7]be [Am]close to [C7]the earth,
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.