Song | Green Leaves of Summer, The |
Artist | The Brothers Four |
Album | B. M. O. C. |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : TIOMKIN, DIMITRI/WEBSTER, PAUL FRANCIS | |
Oooooooooooh, oooh ooh... | |
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 were jumping as high as the sky. | |
A time just for planting, a time just for plowing | |
A time to be courting a girl of your own | |
T'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 reaping, a time to be sowing | |
A time just for living, a place for to die. | |
T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth | |
Now the green leaves of Summer are calling me home | |
T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth, | |
Now the green leaves of Summer are calling be home. | |
Ooooooooooooooh, oooh oooh... |
zuo ci : TIOMKIN, DIMITRI WEBSTER, PAUL FRANCIS | |
Oooooooooooh, oooh ooh... | |
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 were jumping as high as the sky. | |
A time just for planting, a time just for plowing | |
A time to be courting a girl of your own | |
T' 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 reaping, a time to be sowing | |
A time just for living, a place for to die. | |
T' was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth | |
Now the green leaves of Summer are calling me home | |
T' was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth, | |
Now the green leaves of Summer are calling be home. | |
Ooooooooooooooh, oooh oooh... |
zuò cí : TIOMKIN, DIMITRI WEBSTER, PAUL FRANCIS | |
Oooooooooooh, oooh ooh... | |
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 were jumping as high as the sky. | |
A time just for planting, a time just for plowing | |
A time to be courting a girl of your own | |
T' 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 reaping, a time to be sowing | |
A time just for living, a place for to die. | |
T' was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth | |
Now the green leaves of Summer are calling me home | |
T' was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth, | |
Now the green leaves of Summer are calling be home. | |
Ooooooooooooooh, oooh oooh... |