When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.
Don't put your faith in love, my boy, my father said to me,
I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flowery sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flowery sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Beneath the lemon tree one day, my love and I did lie,
Our girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky.
We passed the summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree,
The music of her laughter hit my father's words from me.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flowery sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flowery 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 left me for another, it's a common tale but true,
A sad tale but wiser now, I sing this song for you.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flowery sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flowery sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flowery sweet,
It's very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the brutal of poor lemon is impossible to eat.