(C. Coleman, C. Leigh)

(Recorded June 9, 1964, Los Angeles)

Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum
You came along and everything's startin' to hum
Still, it's a real good bet, the best is yet [bad word] 
Best is yet [bad word] and babe, won't that be fine?
You think you've seen the sun, but you ain't seen it shine

a-Wait till the warm-up's underway
Wait till our lips have met
And wait till you see that sunshine day
You ain't seen nothin' yet

The best is yet [bad word] and babe, won't it be fine?
Best is yet [bad word]  come the day you're mine [bad word] the day you're mine
I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drain the cup dry

Wait till your charms are right for these arms to surround
You think you've flown before, but baby, you ain't left the ground

a-Wait till you're locked in my embrace
Wait till I draw you near
a-Wait till you see that sunshine place
Ain't nothin' like it here

The best is yet [bad word] and babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet [bad word]  come the day you're mine [bad word] the day you're mine
And you're gonna be mine