Let No Man Steal Your Thyme versuri

Versuri Alan Wagstaff – Let No Man Steal Your Thyme lyrics

Come all you fair young maids
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme
Let no man steal your thyme

For when your thyme is gone
He’ll care no more for you
And every place where your thyme did grow
Is overrun with rue
Is overrun with rue

A woman’s a branching tree
A man’s a clinging vine
And from your branches, carelessly
He’ll take what he can find
He’ll take what he can find

The gardener’s son stood by
Three flowers he gave to me
The pink, the blue, and the violet, too
And the red, red rosy tree
And the red, red rosy tree

But I forsook the rose
And gained the willow tree
So all the world may plainly see
How my love slighted me
How my love slighted me

Come all you fair young maids
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme
Let no man steal your thyme