Текст песни Lemon Tree - Karen 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