Meklit Hadero 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