When winter is on again
Fragrance ends
And the withered leaves
Drift down from the dying trees
As they find release
But I'll remember it:
The sweet perfume of
Orange blossoms in summer time
And when we are far apart
And my heart
Feels a winter chill
I've got to lay down and cry
But I know, by and by
That I'll remember it:
The sweet perfume of
Orange blossoms in summer time