PETER, PAUL AND MARY 

Lemon Tree by Wilt Holt, 1961

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 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 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,

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'd 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:

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, lemon tree.

Lemon tree, lemon tree.

Lemon tree, lemon tree.

Lemon tree.

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Cuando yo era un muchacho, mi padre me dijo:

Ven aquí y aprende una lección del hermoso limonero

No pongas tu fe en el amor, mi niño, me dijo mi padre:

Me temo que aprenderás que el amor es como el hermoso limonero

Árbol de limón, hermoso, y la flor de limón es dulce

Mas el fruto del limón, pobre, es imposible de comer

Un día bajo el limonero, mi amor me mintió

Una niña tan dulce que cuando sonreía, las estrellas se elevaban en el cielo

Pasamos el verano perdidos de amor bajo el limonero

La música de su risa ocultó las palabras de mi padre

Un día se fue sin decir palabra, ocultó el sol

Y en la oscuridad que había dejado supe lo que había hecho

Ella me dejó por otro, es una historia común, pero cierta

Un hombre más triste, pero más sabio, ahora canto estas palabras para ti

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