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 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 but i ll take my time to know you i ll take my time to see there s nothing that 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 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 longs for a name a time for questions we can t answer but 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 there s no gold i thought i d warn ya and the hills turn brown in the summertime