When DI was Ajust a Dlad of ten
my father Asaid to Dme
come here and Atake a Hmilesson
Hmi/Afrom the Glovely Alemon Dtree
Don't Gput your Ffate in Glove, my Fboy
- my Gfather Fsaid to Emime
I Ebfear you'll find that Glove is like
the Amilovely Dlemon Gtree.
 
Lemon Ctree very pretty
and the lemon flower is G7sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon
is impossible to Ceat. A7
 
One day beneath the lemon tree
my love and I did lie
a girl so sweet that when she smiled
the stars 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.
 
Lemon tree very pretty...
 
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'd left me for another
- it's a common tale but true
a sadder man but wiser now
I sing these words to you.