Green Leaves of Summer lyrics by Hank Snow

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Green Leaves of Summer by Hank Snowالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Green Leaves of Summer by Hank Snow

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 are jumping as high as the sky
A time just for plantin' a time just for plaughin'
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 just for plantin' a time just for plaughin'
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 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
The green leaves of summer are calling me home

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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
'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 sawin'
The green leaves of summer are calling me home
'Twas 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
'Twas so good to be young then to be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home.

Writer : D. TIOMKIN, P. F. WEBSTER
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group