Call

The heavy, sweet orange
 Made the branch bow low
 Once admired from on high
 It is ready
 For hungry hands
 It casts upon you a little spell
 Its halo grows
 And power swells
 You are seduced by its call
 Oh yeah its call
 When the dreamer
 Wants a lover
 Like the orange
 Well she, well she dress in
 Well she dress in color
 When the sparrow
 Wants a lover
 She sing her notes
 Into the ether
 She cast upon you a little spell
 Her halo grows
 And power swells
 You are seduced by her call
 Oh yeah her call
 Now the time
 For standing in the middle of the midnight hour alone
 It has gone
 No more staring at the stars
 No more
 Now the time
 For building has come
 And love will build itself a house
 As tall as the sky
 It will sway in the wind
 But it will not fall
 Till the time for falling has come