When I was young, my mama told me She said child, take your time Don't fall in love too quickly before you know your mind 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
CHORUS Here in California Fruit hangs heavy on the vine There's no gold-I thought I'd warn ya and the hills turn brown in the summertime
Now I may learn to love you but I can't say when This morning we were strangers, and tonight we're only friends I'll take my time to know you, I'll take my time to see There's nothing I won't show you if you take your time with me
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It's an 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 we look long for a mate A time for questions we can't answer, though we ask them just the same
