When I was young my mamma 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
Here in California
The 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
Here in California
The fruit hangs heavy on the vine
There's no gold, I thought I'd warn ya
And the hills turn brown in the summertime
There's an old familiar story
An old familiar rhyme
To everything there is a season
For every purpose there's a time
A time to love and come together
A time when love longs for a name
A time for questions we can't answer
Though we ask them just the same
Here in California
The fruit hangs heavy on the vine
There's no gold, I thought I'd warn ya
And the hills turn brown in the summertime
And there's no gold, I thought I'd warn ya
And the hills turn brown in the summertime