Wild Mountain Thyme

oh the summertime has come

and the trees are sweetly blooming

and the wild mountain thyme

grows around the blooming heather

I will build my love a bower

by yon clear crystal fountain

and around it I will pile

all the flowers of the mountain

I will range through the wild

and the deep glen so dreary

and return with their spoils

to the bower of my dearie

will you go lassie go

and we'll all go together

to pull wild mountain thyme

all around the blooming heather

when the rude wintry wind

idly raves round our dwelling

and the roar of the linn

on the night breeze is swelling

so merrily we'll sing

as the storm rattles over us

'til the dear shieling rings

with the light lilting chorus

if my true love will not come

I will surely find another

to pull wild mountain thyme

all around the blooming heather

oh the summertime has come

and the trees are sweetly blooming

and the wild mountain thyme

grows around the blooming heather