An Orange Grove in California

I've a longing to go Where the oranges grow I know a cozy nest 'Way out west And I miss it so California my own Oh how lonely I've grown That's why I'm on the run To the one I left there all alone Arm in arm we will rove Through a sweet orange grove Far away in California Like a bird I mean to fly west again And I'll hold her close to my breast again When the blossoms unfold And the green turns to gold Some fine day in California You'll see a happy girlie and a happy fellow 'Mid the fields of yellow In an orange grove