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 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 lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat. Why, why, why, why? 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 that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree, The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me. He said, Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat. Why, why, why, why? 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, it's a common tale, but true. A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing this song 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.