Lemon Tree Songtext

von Pree

The pastor stood at odds with every
Sermon read, and once he learned
To speak in knots, he never had
To wear his share of scarlet- what a shame
They caught a word he said
You shouldn't live to second-guess
But certain thoughts, they think they ought
To roam the sheets before you dress
And drag you down the stairway, raring
Open-mouthed to down the morning spread
I'll pile their plates as high as towers
If they'll just go back to bed

I took you for a sailing boat,
A steady-calm, parading float
I sent with shuddered waves until I saw
What I was made of-- shabby coat
To throw upon a lake of mud and thinning ice
A hollow tone
An echo dry that wouldn't fall
From any body but a stone

Now I'm giving only what I've found
I hear you're living deep inside the ground

A walking sore to clean and dress,
A mess to sweep below the feet
He's sure to take a pound of flesh
If he would only show some teeth
And meet you where you came to grow
A lemon tree
And hoped to live it down
A rope's an awful thing to give
To someone happy on the ground

Now I'm giving only what I've found
I hear you're living deep inside the ground