to the earth Now the green leaves of summer Are calling me home 'Twas so good to be young then To be close to the earth Now the green leaves of summer
the green leaves of summer are callin' me home The green leaves of summer are callin' me home Correct variant A time to be reapin', a time to be sawin' The green leaves
the green leaves of summer are calling me home The green leaves of summer are calling me home correct variant A time to be reaping a time to be sawing The green leaves
young then to be close to the earth Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home (A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin') (The green leaves of summer
Перевод: Эдди Арнольд. Зеленые листья Лето.
Перевод: Снег, Хэнк. Зеленые листья Лето.
Перевод: Роббинс, Марти. Зеленые листья Лето.
Перевод: Братья четыре. Зеленые листья Лето.
Перевод: Фрэнсис Пол Вебстер. Зеленые листья Лето.
the earth Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth, Now the green leaves of summer
the earth Now the green leaves of summer Are calling me home " Twas so good to be young then To be close to the earth Now the green leaves of summer
dies Lovea?¦ Lovea?¦ Lovea?¦ never dies Lovea?¦ Lovea?¦ Lovea?¦ never dies We must have sat upon an old bench For ten long summers Girls and football, and it was green
comes into view. Warm side, the tower; Green leaves reveal the heart spoken Khatru. Gold stainless nail, torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit
fall out of grace And the radical he rant and rage Singing someone got to turn the page And the rich man in his summer home Singing, just leave well
when the day became a threat My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone Been out ice fishing, too much repetition Make a man wanna leave the
think at all And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none I can read the writing on the wall Kodachrome, they give us those nice bright colors Gives those greens of summers
taste of love, oh, bittersweet And green on the vine Like strawberry wine and seventeen The hot July moon saw everything My first taste of love, oh, bittersweet The green
