Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go there she goes,
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
Crap Mama, let me go
Mama said have no more
Papa had to say
You know people god knows I' going mad
Baby I'm going mad over you
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, there she goes
There she goes
I'm going mad
