Sitting under the orange tree 
I watch the fruit fall and bruise 
The leaves were golden in spring 
But my rivers were blue 

To keep the sun out all night 
I built a copy with mirrors 
Towering a thousand flights 
To drive out the fear 

Losing you 

There hear the music two hours away 
And the peaches are close too 
A dead general can't persuade you to stay 
Neither can a bright newt 

Losing you 

In the distance I see your train 
But will I see you again?