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 the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat.

Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the

fruit of the poor 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 from me.

Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the

fruit of the poor 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.