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, 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,
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
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.
I learned of Mr Hawes through the book raise up off me. Had the book for years before the quarantine and now with time on my hands began to read it. Then I looked for his music blown away indeed.
I cannot think of a better intro for a piece of music than this, very subtle and beautiful, and its transition halfway through it into a completely different piece, rhythmically speaking, is equally superb, and seamless. Discovering Hampton Hawes through a friend of mine two years ago made me think about the many jazz greats there must be out there with whom many of us Europeans are not familiar with, which in the case of Hampton Hawes is something that completely puzzles me. Hampton Hawes raw talent at the piano is second to none, and despite this, he is still relatively unknown to jazz lovers on this side of the pond, I believe.
walk up to ANYONE in the street and ask him about Hampton Hawes and they won't know him..never HEARD of him!! then listen to this cut..its insane, really crazy...