“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.”