Papetti became well known for all the years '60 and '70, and all his new album reaches the top of the hit parade; he was also printed in all the Latin American market. During the period of greatest splendour, the '70s, Papetti also produced two collections a year, the best-selling being the 20th one, which came up first in 1975.
The green leaves of summer
Fausto Papetti Lyrics
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The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a 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,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, with the sweet smell of apples,
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin' his eye.
A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'.
A time just for livin', a place for to die.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
The lyrics of Fausto Papetti's song "The Green Leaves of Summer" is infused with nostalgia and a yearning for the simplicity and warmth of the past. The lyrics evoke a sense of timelessness and harmony with nature, as the singer reflects on the joy of youth and the seasonal cycles of planting and harvesting.
The first stanza describes the joy of being young during a time of plenty, when nature was abundant and lively. The singer looks back fondly to days when the "catfish were jumpin'" and the sky was high. In the second stanza, the singer reflects on the importance of planting and plowing during the season, but also on the joy of courting a girl and being close to the earth.
In the final stanza, the singer again returns to the refrain of the green leaves of Summer calling them home, signaling a return to the simplicity and joy of the past. The lyrics are reminiscent of folk music and evoke a sense of longing for a simpler time.
Line by Line Meaning
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
There is a time for harvesting what has been sown and planting new seeds for the future.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
The vibrant foliage of the season is beckoning me back to a place of comfort and familiarity.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
It was a time of abundance, and being young made it all the more enjoyable and carefree.
When the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.
The natural world was alive and thriving, with fish leaping out of the water as if they could touch the heavens.
A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'.
There are specific moments for sowing seeds and preparing the soil for growth.
A time to be courtin' a girl of your own.
It was a time for young love and building relationships with someone special.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Being in touch with nature and the foundations of life was especially fulfilling and grounding when one was young.
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
Being present and supportive during the miracle of childbirth was a significant moment of bonding for couples.
With the sweet smell of apples,
The aroma of ripe fruit was a sensory pleasure that added to the joys of the season.
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin' his eye.
The sounds and sights of the natural world were everywhere, with even the wildlife seeming almost jovial and in sync with the rhythm of life.
A time just for livin', a place for to die.
Every person has a time to experience life, and a final resting place is waiting when the time finally comes.
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
As the year progresses and the season turns, the familiar sights and sounds of Summer evoke a homesickness for times gone by.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
The youth experienced a special kinship with the natural world that was hard to replicate at later ages.
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
Despite the passage of time, the seasonal signals still bring back strong memories and an emotional connection to the past.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, GUY WEBSTER/WEBSTER MUSIC
Written by: DIMITRI TIOMKIN, PAUL FRANCIS WEBSTER
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