Call Lyrics

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

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