| When I was young my mamma told me SHe said child take your time
|
| Don’t fall in love too quickly
|
| Before you know the one
|
| She held me round the shoulders
|
| In a voice so soft and kind
|
| She said love can make you happy
|
| And love can rob you blind
|
| Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines
|
| There’s no gold I thought I’d warn you
|
| And the hills turn brown in the summertime
|
| Now I will learn to love you
|
| But I can’t say when
|
| This morning we were strangers
|
| And tonight we’re only friends
|
| I’ll take the time to know you
|
| I’ll take the time to see
|
| There’s nothing I won’t show you
|
| If you take your time with me Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines
|
| There’s no gold I thought I’d warn you
|
| And the hills turn brown in the summertime
|
| SOLO
|
| There’s a old familiar story
|
| An old familiar rhyme
|
| To everything there is a season
|
| To every purpose there’s a time
|
| A time to love and come together
|
| A time when love longs for air ??
|
| A time for questions we can’t answer
|
| Though we ask them just the same
|
| Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines
|
| There’s no gold I thought I’d warn you
|
| And the hills turn brown in the summertime |