My dream-goal fantasy has already been originally described here. I don’t think it’s asking for too much. Just a space to successfully grow some citrus. What could be easier? There is so much available sun for the taking – seems a shame to let it all go to waste without the sweet perfume of citrus blooms as a by-product. I don’t even need the fruit – only the perfumed blossoms. That would be enough.
When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me
“Come 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”
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat
A song then, for this fantasy moment – one by the first band I ever saw live, thanks to my Mom.
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
There’s a lesson in this song, a deeper one than should really be conveyed in a Saturday night post. Listen to the melody. Forget the words, give up on learning a lesson tonight.
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
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat
