Текст песни
I came to work in a foreign land,
Fields of gold, with dreams in hand.
The air was sweet, the skies so blue,
And then I turned and I saw you.
Mandarin boots in the morning light,
Picking fruit, your smile so bright.
The world around began to fade,
In the grove, our love was made.
Chorus:
Oh, my girl from the mandarin grove,
With every fruit, our love would grow.
Through the seasons, hand in hand,
We found a dream in this foreign land.
Verse 2:
Years have passed, the trees still bloom,
Their scent reminds me of our tune.
From workers' hands to a promised vow,
In the grove, I still see you now.
Through the struggles, we built our place,
A life of love, a warm embrace.
What started under the mandarin trees,
Became a bond that sets us free.
