In the summer sun of 1962

The prettiest eyes were closing

From every picture that I ever knew

It never looked like you were posing



Norma, smile for the camera



I wasn't around to ever understand

Just how fast this world was turning

Was that you crying in the California sand?

The fuse was lit and time was burning



Norma, smile for the camera



So many years have gone by

And your commodity sales are doing fine



Norma, smile for the camera