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
Writer/s: Irving Berlin
