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