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.
