Chet Atkins, Hank Snow - The Green Leaves Of Summer | Текст песни

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• Chet Atkins, Hank Snow
• The Green Leaves Of Summer

A time to be reaping a time to be sawing
The green leaves of summer are calling me home
It was good to be young then in the season of plenty
When the catfish are jumping 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
It was 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 sawin'
The green leaves of summer are calling me home
It 'was so good to be young then with the sweet smell of apples
And the owl in the pine tree akinking his eye.

A time just for planting a time just for ploughin'
A time just for living a place for to die
It was 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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