I came to work in a foreign land
Fields of gold with dreams in hand
The air was sweet, the sky so blue
And then I turned and I saw you
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
Years have passed, the trees still bloom
Their scent reminds me of our tomb
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 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
