Led Zeppelin - Tangerine

Measuring a summer's day,

I only finds it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain.

Tangerine, Tangerine,

Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen,

And now a thousand years between.

Thinking how it used to be,

Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?

And I do.

Tangerine, Tangerine,

Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen,

And now a thousand years between.

Writer(s): James Patrick

"Led Zeppelin III" (1970)