"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."

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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.

We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree,
The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.

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She left me for another, it's a common tale but true,
A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you.

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Lemon tree Lemon tree
Lemon tree Lemon tree