I Think I Ought To

Mellowing on the vine is fruit
I've never given a thought to
But I'm in the harvesttime of life
And I think I ought to

There was a time
When songs of love
Could never gain my attention
But I hear them all as though
They are now my own invention

Why in the meadows of yesterday
Was I so filled with the fever of Spring
That it took me the Summer
And into the Fall to finally know
What love can bring

For high on a leafy bowl
Is golden fruit I am turning a thought to
Cause I'm in the harvesttime of life
And I think I ought to
I think I ought to
Yes I think I have to