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