Thursday, 1 November 2018

The Sprig of Thyme

The gardener was standing by

And I asked him to choose for me

And he chose me the lily, aye, the violet and the pink

Ah, but surely I refused them all three

For thyme it is a precious thing

And thyme it will grow on

Aye, and thyme will bring all things to an end

And so does my thyme grow on

I love this song, and I think this version by Coope Boyes and Simpson is my absolute favourite.

Time. It is indeed a precious thing, and it's so important to live in the light of the awareness that all things come to an end.

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