When I open my eyes
And the dreams still in song
In the key of a whisper
In the melody of now
Bent my ear to its tune

Fruited love of the summertime
Here’s your pantomime

Our love is sweeter than marmalade honey
Orange is the cloud that we lay upon
To float in the notes to the tune of somebody
And paint the dawn into a song

When the canvas is fed
Drinks the brush of the Sun
And the light speaks the quilt
I’ll be keeping the light on
Sugar dust on your curls

Spun webs like a tilt-a-whirl
Into your world

Our love is sweeter than marmalade honey
Orange is the cloud that we lay upon
To float in the notes to the tune of somebody
And paint the dawn into a song