Brothers Four

The Green Leaves Of Summer

Brothers Four


Tom: C

Oooooooooooh, oooh ooh..... 
 
Am            E       Am              G
A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing 
C    Dm           E          Am
The green leaves of summer are calling me home 
   G                    Dm         G           C
It was good to be young then in the season of plenty 
  Am                 Dm          F            E
When the catfish were jumping as high as the sky. 
 
Am                  E         Am               G
A time just for planting, a time just for plowing 
C     Dm            E         Am
A time to be courting a girl of your own 
G                    Dm         G                 C
T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth 
Am                Dm            F           E
And to stand by your wife, at the moment of birth. 
 
Am            E       Am              G
A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing 
C     Dm              E        Am
A time just for living, a place for to die. 
G                    Dm         G                 C
T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth 
Am                       Dm          F     E   Am
Now the green leaves of Summer are calling me home 
 
G                    Dm         G                 C
T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth 
Am                       Dm         F     E    Am
Now the green leaves of Summer are calling me home 
 
Ooooooooooooooh, oooh oooh..