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
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 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
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 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 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 Explain Request ×
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