The Sprig of Thyme versuri

Versuri Epochalypse – The Sprig of Thyme lyrics

Once I had a sprig of thyme
It prospered both night and day
Till a false young man came a-courting to me
And he stole all my thyme away

For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme it will grow on
And thyme it will bring all things to an end
And so does my thyme go on

The gardener standing by
I asked him to choose for me
And he chose me the violet, the lily, and the pink
But I refused them all three

For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme it will grow on
And thyme it will bring all things to an end
And so does my thyme go on

It’s very well drinking ale
And it’s very well drinking wine
But I like sitting by that young man’s side
That’s stolen this heart of mine

For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme it will grow on
And thyme it will bring all things to an end
And so does my thyme go on
Thyme it will bring all things to an end
And so does my thyme go on