tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000456447770564113.post6147763621329673225..comments2024-02-15T17:55:05.415+05:30Comments on Anaarkali - The Saga of Bhil Adivasi Indigenous People: The Tree of LifeRahul Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03878406459334361611noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000456447770564113.post-60830785180141080002009-04-10T19:03:00.000+05:302009-04-10T19:03:00.000+05:30whether sweet or sour, lemonades are always welcom...whether sweet or sour, lemonades are always welcome. reminds me of trini lopez's number called lemon tree - <BR/>When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,<BR/>"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree."<BR/>"Don't put your faith in love, my boy," my father said to me,<BR/>"I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."<BR/><BR/>Chorus:<BR/>Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,<BR/>But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.<BR/>Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,<BR/>But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.<BR/><BR/>One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie,<BR/>A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky.<BR/>We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree,<BR/>The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.<BR/><BR/>Chorus<BR/><BR/>One day she left without a word, she took away the sun.<BR/>And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.<BR/>She left me for another, it's a common tale but true,<BR/>A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you.Rahul Banerjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03878406459334361611noreply@blogger.com