The Pentangle все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

As I did travel all on a journey
Over the wayside and under a dark moon
Hanging above a mountain

I spied a young man riding a fine horse
Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
Head of a hunting party

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 where your garden was waste
With spread all over with rue, With spread all over with rue
A woman is a branchy tree And a man a single wand, wand