Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

A time just for planting and 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 mo..ment of birth.

A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing.

The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.

T'was so good to be young then, with the sweet smell of apples,

And the Owl in the Pine tree a-winking his eye.

A time just for planting, a time just for ploughing.

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 call..ing me home.

Outro

T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the Earth,

Now the green leaves of Summer are calling me home.

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.