A                   E          A 
When I was young my mamma told me 
         E                F#m 
SHe said child take your time 
      D                A 
Don't fall in love too quickly 
  Bm                D 
Before you know the one 
    A       E          A 
She held me round the shoulders 
     E                 F#m 
In a voice so soft and kind 
         D                 A 
She said love can make you happy 
    Bm                 A 
And love can rob you blind 
Bm   E       A     Bm          E            F#m 
Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines 
           D                  A 
There's no gold I thought I'd warn you 
        Bm         E                  A 
And the hills turn brown in the summertime 
    A      E        A 
Now I will learn to love you 
E                F#m 
But I can't  say when 
     D                A 
This morning we were strangers 
     Bm                 D 
And tonight we're only friends 
     A        E        A 
I'll take the time to  know you 
     E                F#m 
I'll take the time to see 
        D                 A 
There's nothing I won't show you 
       Bm                   A 
If you take your time with me  
Bm   E       A     Bm          E            F#m 
Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines 
           D                  A 
There's no gold I thought I'd warn you 
        Bm         E                  A 
And the hills turn brown in the summertime 
 
SOLO 
 
A                 E    A 
There's a old familiar story 
   E            F#m 
An old familiar rhyme 
         D               A 
To everything there is a season 
         Bm                D  
To every purpose there's a time 
          A        E        A 
A time to love and come together 
            E              F#m 
A time when love longs for air ?? 
           D                  A  
A time for questions we can't answer 
Bm                          A  
Though we ask them just the same 
Bm   E       A     Bm          E            F#m 
Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines 
           D                  A 
There's no gold I thought I'd warn you 
        Bm         E                  A 
And the hills turn brown in the summertime