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
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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
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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