the impossible mission impossible (mission)

the fruits are ripe and rotting
out there on the vine
gotta reap what you sown right
gotta dig 'em up on time

boy, you got a good head
and son, you got heart
but your hands they still soft
and there's work to be done

and when the rain come in
don't you pay no mind, hear
let 'em clouds pass you by
they go 'way in no time

and when time comes
when you got sons of your own
remember tell 'em i love you
before they all grown