Mein Abschied von der Schlaraffia Sarrebrucca.

With a little help from my friends Peter, Paul & Mary


Lemon Tree


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 poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor 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 poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor 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'd 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 poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.



Leo Läufer: Little daemon



When I was six and sixty years a friend had the idea:

Come with me to Schlaraffenland in the Casino here.

You may find friends and love and fun and other things, my dear.

But if you want to join this club, there is one thing to fear.“



Sarrebrucca very pretty, many Sassen are so sweet.

But there is a little daemon just impossible to beat.

Sarrebrucca very pretty, many Sassen are so sweet.

But there is a little daemon just impossible to beat.



So many days in Sassenland I loved to sing and be.

I loved that fiddler Bregasus, and he, it seems, loved me.

I passed that winter lost in love in Rosenburg for free,

'cause I was just a pilgram man, free as a humming bee.



Sarrebrucca very pretty, many Sassen are so sweet.

But there is a little daemon just impossible to beat.

Sarrebrucca very pretty, many Sassen are so sweet.

But there is a little daemon just impossible to beat.



One day they planned a balling thing, that took away my sun,

'cause when I came to Rosenburg, no balling thing was done.

One guy was too upset with me, a common tale but true.

A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you.



Sarrebrucca very pretty, many Sassen are so sweet.

But there is a little daemon just impossible to beat.

Sarrebrucca very pretty, many Sassen are so sweet.

But there is a little daemon just impossible to beat.