I gave my love an orange
Dipped in the burn of a delicious sun,
I gave her the gold of my days.
I made my love a shelter
In the cave of my fancy and the silken skies.
And we danced to a pipe by a broken-down wall ;
We swam in the tides of the moon.
I wove my love a phantasy.
I wove the four winds into her hair;
I laced them round with a wind-torn tune
As frail and wild as a secret.
The frost can grow into my years and my beard,
And my love can grow crooked and bent as a thumb.
I gave my love an orange:
I gave her the gold of my days.
Tim Burstall (1927 – 2004) was an English Australian film director, writer and producer.
