The Green Leaves Of Summer (The Alamo) - Matt Monro

A time to be reaping

A time to be sowing

The green leaves of summer

Are calling me home

Twas so 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 ploughing

A time to be courting

A girl of your own

Twas so good to be young then

To be close to the earth

And to stand by your wife

at the moment of birth.

Twas so good to be young then

To be close to the earth

Now the green leaves of summer

Are calling me home

Twas so good to be young then

To be close, close to the earth

Now the green leaves of summer

Are calling me home