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 lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, 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. Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the 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 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 lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.

Old Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine His bridal was silver His mane it was gold And the worth of his saddle Has never been told Oh the fairgrounds were crowded And Stewball was there But the betting was heavy On the bay and the mare And away up yonder Ahead of them all Came a prancin' and a dancin' My noble Stewball I bet on the gray mare I bet on the bay If I'd a bet on old Stewball I'd be a free man today Oh the hoot owl she hollered And the turtle dove moaned I'm a poor boy in trouble I'm a long way from home Old Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine

And it came to pass on a Christmas evening When all the doors were shuttered tight Outside standing, a lonely boy-child Cold and shivering in the night On the street every window Save but one was gleaming bright And to this window walked the boy-child Peeking in saw candlelight Through other windows he had looked at turkeys Ducks, and geese, and cherry pies But through this window saw a gray-haired lady Table bare, tears in her eyes Into his coat reached the boy-child Knowing well there was little there He took from his pocket his own Christmas dinner A bit of cheese and some bread to share His outstretched hands held the food and they trembled As the door it opened wide Said he "Would you share with me Christmas dinner?" Gently said she, "Come inside" The gray-haired lady brought forth to the table Glasses two,the last drops of wine Said she "Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas And especially yours and mine!" And it came to pass on that Christmas evening While all the doors were shuttered tight That in that town the happiest Christmas Was shared by candlelight

Inch by Inch Row by Row I'm gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by Inch Row by Row Someone bless these seeds I soe Someone warm them from below Till the rain come tumblin down Pulling weeds, picking stones Man is made of dreams and bones Feel the need to grown my own Cause the time is close at hand Painful rain, sun and rain Find my way in nature's chain Tune my body and my brain To the music of the land Plant your rows straight and long Temper them with prayer and song Mother earth will make you strong If you give her love and care Old crow wathing hungerily From his perch in youder tree In my garden im as free As that feathered thief up there