two songs about lemon trees

I'm sitting here in the boring room, it's just another rainy Sunday afternoon, I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do, I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you; but nothing ever happens and I wonder; I'm driving around in my car, I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far, I'd like to change my point of view, I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you; but nothing ever happens and I wonder, I wonder how, I wonder why; yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky and all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree; I'm turning my head up and down, I'm turning turning turning turning turning around and all that I can see is just another lemon-tree; I'm sitting here, I miss the power, I'd like to go and take a shower, but there's a heavy cloud inside my head, I feel so tired, put myself into bed; well, nothing ever happens and I wonder; isolation is not good for me, I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree, I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy, baby anyhow I'll get another toy, and everything will happen and you wonder; I wonder how, I wonder why, yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky and all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree

FOOL'S GARDEN

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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. 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: 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. She took away the sun. And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done. She'd 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.

PETER, PAUL & MARY