I wanted to plant an orange tree
Where no song will ever see one
Where the trees have never yielded
Only pulled-pin grenades
All the way to Derry, my beloved
On my boat, I sailed
I told the men who were fighting
I'm here to plant an orange tree
Let's have a drink, let's go fishing
Not a single war can last
When beer and friendship
And music make us sing
Kill your gods for good
Under no cross does love thrive
It's men, not priests
Who grow orange trees
I wanted to plant an orange tree
Where no song will ever see one
It bloomed and it bore
The sweet fruits of freedom