Wild Mountain Thyme

Scottish, lyrics adapted from traditional sources by Francis McPeake

Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are all blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the mountain heather.

Will you go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
From around the mountain heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?


I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I’ll pile
All the flowers of the mountain.

If my true love won't go,
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
From around the mountain heather.

Oh, the summertime is coming
And the trees are all blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the mountain heather.