As Thyme Goes Bye
Lakes of cool sweet cherry cider
Rivers of candy wine
Tall and stately hobby horse rider
All in this garden of mine
As thyme goes by
Sugar grains fall through the hour glass
And the tears I now cry
Shine like powdered brass
In my gardens a Robyn's nest
And it's pretty Robyn
The one I love now loves her best
And leaves my heart a-throbbin
As thyme goes bye
I grow more alone
In my garden I now lie
Wishing my love was known
May 1986
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