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Green Leaves of Summer
by The Brothers Four



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
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written by TIOMKIN, DIMITRI / WEBSTER, PAUL FRANCIS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, GUY WEBSTER/WEBSTER MUSIC