Let No Man Steal Your Thyme (Live at the Royal Festival Hall 1968)

Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - Pentangle

Written by：Traditional

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 thyme it is past and gone

He'll care no more for you

And every place your time was waste

Will all spread over with rue

Will all spread over 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