Orange Moon (Garth Boomer) (Bflat - 1984)

She held the full moon

Orange in her hand

And smiled as time and tide stood still

A green dream grew

Inside her mind -

An orange tree upon a hill

Upon a hill

Inside her mind

She sat beneath the orange tree

And held the full moon (orange)

In her hand

And looked upon the tideless sea

Inside her soul

An orange seed

An orange tree upon a hill

Inside her mind

And in her hand

The full moon orange, still

Lake Isle

By William Butler Yeats - 1892

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.