Call

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