"Sprig Of Thyme" lyrics - DAVE VAN RONK

Come all you sweet and fair young maids
Who flower-age in your prime
Be sure and keep your garden clean
Let no man take your time

My time it is all blown away
I cannot plant a new
In the place where my time stood
It's all blown a' lovin' you

In June come incoherent a prim rose flower
But that is not for me
I will poof my prim rose flower and plant
A willow tree

Oh willow tree, willow
Will sorrows mixed our incoherent
Do tell to all this wide white well
Incoherent