| D | A7 | D | A7 | D | |
| When | I was | just a | lad of ten, my father | said to | me, |
| A7 | D | A7 | D | |
| "Come here and | take a | lesson from the | lovely lemon | tree." |
| G | D7 | G | D7 | G | |
| "Don't | put your | faith in | love, my boy," my father | said to | me, |
| D7 | G | D7 | G | |
| "I fear you'll | find that | love is like the lovely | lemon | tree." |
| Chorus: |
| D | A7 | |
| Lemon | tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is | sweet, |
| D | |
| But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to | eat. |
| D | A7 | |
| Lemon | tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is | sweet, |
| D | |
| But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to | eat. |
| One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie, |
| A 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. |
| Chorus. |
| 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 a common tale but true, |
| A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you. |
| Chorus. |