Lyrics:
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,
him calling your name
Long Daddy Green is a fly-by-night
You turn around, he's out of sight
Seems he's your fair-weather friend
And your foul weather
above
Once they were part of an everlasting love
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields
Green fields are gone now, parched by
above
Once they were part of an everlasting love
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields
Green fields are gone now, parched by
Green means go, yellow means slow
Red means stop, now drop, now roll
Girl, you got a ass stopping traffic like a red
Stopping traffic like a red
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,
the world to me
Yes you are my life
My summer bride
My summer bride
My summer bride
In such a nice green garb
My summer bride
My summer bride
My summer bride
smack, me on Skipper and I'm here
Rat-a-tat-tat
What you know about my break, bring it back
Me on Skipper, Skipper, you be
Are you trippy, are you with me
light
Crazy for a fool that'll stop at a green light
Green light, green light
Green light, green light
Light, light, light, light
Go hard, be cautious
Go
above
Once they were part of an everlasting love
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields
Green fields are gone now, parched by
to this way of livin' slow not putting the green over the grey
Would you rather be liked by everyone or put your dick into a beehive
Would you rather be
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live, off
approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close
suave and so serene and clean
Hey, world; I'm going green
It seems that that planet Earth
Is hanging on by a thread
And by your line of thinking
We may
the bong?
Or is God trying to tell me that I'm wrong?
Smoke greens and the troubles are just gone
Struggles of the street, that's where I belong
Okay, let me
by
She say we look like pimpin
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss
The definition of a boss
Let me put you up on it
B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker
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,
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,
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,
Red and gold are royal colors
Peasant colours are green and brown
Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing
Red and gold when
and jumper
No more by the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip mates
I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green
Chorus:
Wrap me up in
the sewer
Yea Many are called
But I'm apart of the fewer
Chosen shaker and mover
Fertile ground like manure
Sit and watch my maneuvers
I could be your tutor
I
times are the test
For sure I'll be the best
For sure I'll past the test
Call all the Old Gees
cnd the fans for the thanks
Counting on my blessings
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,
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