Song parody of
Sprig of Thyme
by Music Across the Water
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O once I had thyme of my own
And in my own garden it grew
I used to know the place where my thyme it did grow
But now it is covered with rue
The rue it is a flourishing thing
It flourishes by night and by day
So, beware of a young man's flattering tongue
He will steal your thyme away, away
I sowed my garden full of seeds
But the small birds they carried them away
In April, May, and in June likewise
When the small birds sing all day, all day
In June there was a red rose bud
And that seem'd the flower for me
And oftentimes I snatched at the red rose bud
Till I gained the willow, the willow tree
O the willow tree it will twist
And the willow tree it will twine
And so it was that young and false-hearted man
When he gained that heart of mine
O thyme it is a precious thing
On the road that the sun shines upon
But thyme it is a thing that will bring you to an end
And that's how my time has gone
O once I had thyme of my own
And in my own garden it grew
I used to know the place where my thyme it did grow
But now it is covered with rue
The rue it is a flourishing thing
It flourishes by night and by day
So, beware of a young man's flattering tongue
He will steal your thyme away, away
I sowed my garden full of seeds
But the small birds they carried them away
In April, May, and in June likewise
When the small birds sing all day, all day
In June there was a red rose bud
And that seem'd the flower for me
And oftentimes I snatched at the red rose bud
Till I gained the willow, the willow tree
O the willow tree it will twist
And the willow tree it will twine
And so it was that young and false-hearted man
When he gained that heart of mine
O thyme it is a precious thing
On the road that the sun shines upon
But thyme it is a thing that will bring you to an end
And that's how my time has gone
