La Naranja

The orange was born green
Time turned it yellow,
So pretty, so ladylike,
So dear to me.

They call me the cowboy,
A cowboy I truly am
But for the ladies from Quito
I lack no skill.

They say sorrows kill,
Sorrows don't kill, no,
If sorrows killed
I would have died already

Give me the orange, my love,
Give me the orange, my dear,
Give me the orange, I want to enjoy