When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me, [bad word] here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.
Dont put your faith in love, my boy, my father said to me,
I fear youll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the [bad word] of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the [bad word] of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Beneath the lemon tree one day, my love and I did a lie
girl so sweet that when she smiled the sun rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
The music of her laughter hid my fathers words from me:

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the [bad word] of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the [bad word] 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 left behind, I knew what she had done.
Shed left me for another, its [bad word] tale but [bad word] 
sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you:

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the [bad word] of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the [bad word] of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.