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to be close to the earth
a time to be reapin
A time just for ploughin, the green leaves of summer are callin me home
To be close to the earth, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home, the green leaves of summer are callin me home
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye, twas so good to be young then
and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
a place for to die
Twas so good to be young then, and the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye, a time to be sowin
A time to be reapin, a time to be sowin, with the sweet smell of apples
The green leaves of summer are callin me home, and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
A time to be reapin, twas so good to be young then Summer, to be close to the earth
With the sweet smell of apples, the green leaves of summer are callin me home
A time just for ploughin, and the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye
To be close to the earth, a time just for livin Billy, a place for to die
a time to be reapin
now the green leaves of summer are callin me home
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye, a time just for ploughin
with the sweet smell of apples
A time to be sowin, twas so good to be young then
and the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye
twas so good to be young then
A time just for plantin, to be close to the earth, twas so good to be young then
Twas so good to be young then, twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth
twas so good to be young then
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth, a place for to die
Twas so good to be young then, a time to be sowin, a time just for plantin
with the sweet smell of apples
Twas so good to be young then, a time just for plantin Of, twas so good to be young then
Twas so good to be young then, twas so good to be young then
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye, twas so good to be young then
In a season of plenty, and the owl in the pine tree a-winkin his eye Green, and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
Twas so good to be young then, a place for to die Billy, a time just for ploughin
a time just for livin
Twas so good to be young then, twas so good to be young then, a time to be courtin a girl of your own
When the catfish were jumpin as high as the sky, twas so good to be young then, twas so good to be young then
With the sweet smell of apples, now the green leaves of summer are callin me home