Sprig Of Thyme

Once I had a sprig of Thyme,
I watched it by night and by day,
Till I was decieved by some bad company,
Who stole all my Thyme away.
I saw her standing by,
I asked her to choose for me,
But all that I’ve gained is this ocean of pain,
And heartache and misery.
All that I’ve gained is this heart-full of pain,
All that I’ve gained is this heart-full of pain,
All that I’ve gained is this heart-full of pain,
For time it is a precious thing
And time it is passing home
And time it will bring all these things to an end,
And so does my time grow long.
All that I’ve gained is this heart-full of pain,
All that I’ve gained is this heart-full of pain,
All that I’ve gained is this heart-full of pain,
Damn.