When I was just a lad of ten,
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my father said to me,
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"Come here and take a lesson
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from the lovely lemon tree."
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Lemon tree, very pretty,
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and the lemon flower is sweet,
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But the fruit of the poor lemon
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is impossible to eat.
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Lemon tree, very pretty,
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and the lemon flower is sweet,
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But the fruit of the poor lemon
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is impossible to eat.
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One day, beneath the lemon tree,
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my love and I did lie,
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A girl so sweet, that when she smiled,
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the stars rose in the sky.
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We passed that summer lost in love
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beneath the lemon tree,
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The music of her laughter
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hid my father's words from me.
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Lemon tree, very pretty,
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and the lemon flower is sweet,
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But the fruit of the poor lemon
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is impossible to eat.
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Lemon tree, very pretty,
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and the lemon flower is sweet,
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But the fruit of the poor lemon
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is impossible to eat.
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One day she left without a word,
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she took away the sun.
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And in the dark she'd left behind,
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I knew what she had done.
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She'd left me for another,
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it's a common tale but true.
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A sadder man, but wiser now,
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I sing these words to you
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Lemon tree Lemon tree
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Lemon tree Lemon tree -
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Lemon Tree
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
