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von Meklit Hadero

My heavy sweet orange
Made the branch bow low
Low, low, low, low, low
Well, I′ll want it, Maya
From on high
When it is ready
For hungry hands

It casts upon you a little spell
It's halo grows and power swells
You are seduced by its call
Oh yeah, its call, ooh


When the dreamer
I want to love her
Like the orange
Well, she, well she dressed in, well she dressed in color
When the sparrow
I want to love her
She singing notes, sing her notes, sing her notes
Into the ether

She casts upon you a little spell
Her halo grows and power swells
You are seduced by her call
Oh yeah, her call, ooh

Now the time
For standing in the middle of the midnight hour, lo
Well, it has gone no more
Staring at the stars no more
No more, 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