THE GREEN LEAVES OF SUMMER Thanks to: Rita Cooper <[email protected]> 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 ploughin'. A time to be courtin' 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. 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, with the sweet smell of apples, And the owl in the pine tree a -winkin' his eye. A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'. A time just for livin', 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 callin' me home. 'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth, Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home. Table of Contents | Juke Box of Music Donations Accepted Mail to: Jan Schimenek | P O Box 7615 | St Petersburg Fl 33734 Disclaimer: "Any material contained on this site was either created by Jan Schimenek or it has been obtained through public distribution channels and is assumed to be either "public domain" or it's free, non-commercial distribution to be allowed by the copyright holder. However, if you hold copyright to any material contained on this site and wish its removal and or credit , please contact Webmaster Jan Schimenek by E-Mail Provide legal proof of your right to demand removal." Thank You. Text & Web Layout Copyright © August 1 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 by Jan Schimenek . Last revised May 7th 1999 This web site is hosted by Fortune City
THE GREEN LEAVES OF SUMMER
Thanks to: Rita Cooper <[email protected]>
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 ploughin'.
A time to be courtin' 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.
'Twas so good to be young then, with the sweet smell of apples,
And the owl in the pine tree a -winkin' his eye.
A time just for livin', a place for to die.
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
Donations Accepted Mail to: Jan Schimenek | P O Box 7615 | St Petersburg Fl 33734
Disclaimer: "Any material contained on this site was either created by Jan Schimenek or it has been obtained through public distribution channels and is assumed to be either "public domain" or it's free, non-commercial distribution to be allowed by the copyright holder. However, if you hold copyright to any material contained on this site and wish its removal and or credit , please contact Webmaster Jan Schimenek by E-Mail Provide legal proof of your right to demand removal." Thank You. Text & Web Layout Copyright © August 1 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 by Jan Schimenek . Last revised May 7th 1999 This web site is hosted by Fortune City
