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