The Green Leaves of Summer - Brothers Four, Дмитрий Зиновьевич Тёмкин

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.