A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
The green leaves of summer are calling me home
It was good to be young then
In the season of plenty
When the catfish were jumping
As high as the sky.

A time to be living
A time to be laughing
A time to be dreaming a dream of your own
It was good to be young then
To be learning to pray
And to bless the good Lord for each wonderful day

It was good to be young then,
To be close to the Earth,
Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home.