Wo. wo. 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
Look at me. I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree. and I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud. I can't understand. I get misty, just holding your hand. Walk my way. and a thousand violins begin to