| When my father come here and Don't - my I the Lemon and the lemon flower is but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to 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. |
