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
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
And music make us sing
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
The sweet fruits of freedom