A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin',
the green leaves of summer are callin' me home.
It was good to be young the in the season of plenty,
when the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.

A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin',
a time to be courtin', 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.

                - Paul Francis Webster