Wild Mountain Thyme Lyrics - John Mcdermott

Wild mountain thyme : to the mcpeake family of belfast 

Oh the summer time is coming 

And the trees are sweetly bloomin' 

And the wild mountain thyme 

Grows around the bloomin' heather 

Will ye go lassie go and we'll all go together 

To pluck wild mountain thyme? 

All around the bloomin' heather 

Will ye go lassie go 

I will build my love a bower by yon pure crystal fountain 

And on it I will pile all the flowers of the mountain 

I will range throug the wild and the deep glen sae dreary 

And return wi' my spoils to the bower of my deary 

If my true love she were gone I'd surely find another 

Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather 

Oh the summer time is comin' and the trees are sweetly bloomin' 

And the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather