When I was but 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 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

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 spent that summer lost in love, beneath that lemon tree
The magic 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 impossible to eat
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is 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 done left me for another man, it's a common tale but true
As sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words 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