| B | F#7 | B | When | I was | just a | lad of ten, |
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| F#7 | B | my father | said to | me, |
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| F#7 | B | "Come here and | take a | lesson from the |
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| F#7 | B | | lovely lemon | tree." |
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| E | B7 | E | "Don't | put your | faith in | love, |
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| B7 | E | my boy," my father | said to | me, |
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| B7 | E | "I fear you'll | find that | love |
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| B7 | E | is like the lovely | lemon | tree." |
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| | B | | Lemon | tree, very pretty, |
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| | F#7 | | and the lemon flower is | sweet, |
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| | B | | But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to | eat. |
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| | B | | Lemon | tree, very pretty, |
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| | F#7 | | and the lemon flower is | sweet, |
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| | B | | But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to | eat. |
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One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie, |
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A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky. |
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We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree, |
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The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me. |
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One day she left without a word, she took away the sun. |
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And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done. |
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She left me for another, it's a common tale but true, |
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A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you. |
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