Lemon Tree

When I was but 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 trust in what you feel,
And not in what you see."

Lemon tree very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to 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 spent that summer lost in love
Beneath that lemon tree;
The magic of her laughter
Hid my father's words from me.

Lemon tree very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to 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 done left me for another man;
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 the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree, very pretty;
Lemon tree, very pretty;
(Repeat and fade)