I Know a Place
I know the land where the lemon trees flower.
Where bees are buzzing hour after hour.
And on the air a sweet scent floats
With promise of fruits by nature rote
Through peaceful fields winds a path to this place
Where branches of trees overhead interlace
Blue sky and clouds weave magical eaves.
Full of birdsong and fluttering leaves
We can meet in the land where the lemon trees flower
And we’ll be together hour after hour.
Under the scented blossom tree bowers
In a place that is truly, blissfully ours.
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