When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me, [bad word] 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."
 [bad word] 
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,
But the [bad word] of the lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,
But the [bad word] of the lemon is impossible to eat.

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie,
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.
 [bad word] 
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 left me for another, it's [bad word] tale but [bad word] 
sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you.