paroles de chanson Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - Pentangle

Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme
Let no man steal your thyme

For when your time is past and gone
He'll care no more for you
And in the place your thyme was waste
Will spread all o'er with rue
Will spread all o'er with rue

A woman is a branchy tree
And man's a clinging vine
And from her branches carelessly
He'll take what he can find
He'll take what he can find
He'll take what he can find