Lemon Tree

When I was just a little boy,
My father said to me,
Come here and learn a lesson,
From the lovely lemon tree,
My son, it’s most important,
My father said to me,
To put your faith in what you feel,
And not in what you see.

Lemon tree, very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of her lemon,
Is a thing one cannot eat.

Beneath that lemon tree one day,
My love and I did lie,
A girl so sweet that when she smiled,
The sun rose in the sky,
We passed the summer lost in love,
Beneath the lemon tree,
The music of her laughter,
Hid my father’s words to me.

Lemon tree, very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of her lemon,
Is a thing one cannot eat.

One day she left without a word,
She took away the sun,
And in the dark she left behind,
I knew what she had done,
She left me for another,
It’s a common tale, but true,
A sadder man, but wiser now,
I sing these words to you.

Lemon tree, very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of her lemon,
Is a thing one cannot eat.