The Green Leaves of Summer
Harvest of Memories: Embracing the Nostalgia of Green Summer Leaves
Lyrics
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
A time for harvesting, a time for planting.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
The vibrant foliage of summer is beckoning me back to my origins or home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
It was a great experience to be young during a time of abundance.
When the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.
Reflecting on a time when catfish leapt energetically, reaching great heights in the sky.
A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'.
A time exclusively for planting crops, a time solely for plowing the fields.
A time to be courtin' a girl of your own.
A period for courting and pursuing a romantic relationship with a girl.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Recalling the joy of being young and connected to the earth.
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
The satisfaction of standing by your wife during the childbirth process.
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
A repetition emphasizing the cyclical nature of life, reiterating the theme of harvesting and planting.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
The lush leaves of summer are once again calling the speaker back to their roots or home.
'Twas so good to be young then, with the sweet smell of apples,
Reminiscing about the delightful scent of apples and the presence of an owl in a pine tree.
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin' his eye.
Describing a picturesque scene with an owl winking in a pine tree.
A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'.
A period exclusively for planting and a time dedicated to plowing.
A time just for livin', a place for to die.
Highlighting the diverse experiences of life, from living to eventually facing mortality.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Reflecting on the joy of being young and connected to the earth once more.
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
Now, the vibrant leaves of summer are calling the speaker back home.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Reiteration of the joy of being young and close to the earth, culminating in the return home as the green leaves beckon.
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
The final acknowledgment that the green leaves of summer are calling the speaker back home.
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