Orange Blossoms In Summertime - Kurt Elling

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