She took away the sun. And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done. One day she left without a word. 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 One day she left without a word. I love the wedge of lemon in my cuppa hot tea… Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Beneath that lemon tree one day, my love and I did lie, A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the sun rose in the sky. Peter, Paul and Mary sang those words many moons ago …in spite of the lyrics…., I can’t help but love lemons! She'd left me for another, it's a common tale but true. I love the fresh scent of lemons, don’t you? 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”!