Teksty piosenek The Brothers Four

The Brothers Four

The Green Leaves Of Summer

Woo, woo,

A time to be reaping

A time to be sowing

The green leaves of summer

Are calling me home "

Twas so good to be young then

In the season of plenty

When the catfish were jumping

As high as the sky

A time just for planting

A time just for ploughing

A time to be courting

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, woo

A time to be reaping

A time to be sowing

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 "

Twas so good to be young then

To be close to the earth

Now the green leaves of summer

Are calling me home