A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin',
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the green leaves of summer are callin' me home.
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It was good to be young the in the season of plenty,
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when the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.
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A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin',
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a time to be courtin', a girl of your own.
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Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth
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and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
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