I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown
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
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turned to brown
A time to be reapin'a time to be sowin' The green leaves of summer are calling me home It was good to be young then in the season of plenty When the catfish
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: I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to
: I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown