Here in California

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

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

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 long for a mate

A time for questions we can't answer, though we ask them just the same

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