Orange Trees

Streets are dressed in orange trees Forget your mother's heart disease Feel the wind, turn into breeze Gutters filled with double cream Don't count calories Or fingers on, the hands that feed Apartment overlooks the sea No more geo-jealousy Open space, no boundaries Streets are dressed in orange trees Streets are dressed in orange trees Streets are dressed in orange trees Pick the fruit, within your reach Help me understand this moment It's supposed to, make me happy