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Continuing our exploration of the English folk muse, this is an all new version of a song I posted as an a cappella a few years back.
The song is traditional and really just an old fashioned warning of the perils of fleeting relationships. Thyme was given as a token of fidelity in medieval times (it has powerful preservative properties!)
My thanks to Daniel for his sensitive interpretation of this song ... the instrumentation is all his work.
The song is traditional and really just an old fashioned warning of the perils of fleeting relationships. Thyme was given as a token of fidelity in medieval times (it has powerful preservative properties!)
My thanks to Daniel for his sensitive interpretation of this song ... the instrumentation is all his work.
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Lyrics
words and tune traditional
orchestration by Daniel Staniforth
Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme
For when your time it is past and gone
He'll care no more for you
And every place where your thyme was waste
Shall spread all o'er with rue
For a woman is a branchy tree
And man a clinging vine
And from her branches carelessly
He'll take what he can find
orchestration by Daniel Staniforth
Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme
For when your time it is past and gone
He'll care no more for you
And every place where your thyme was waste
Shall spread all o'er with rue
For a woman is a branchy tree
And man a clinging vine
And from her branches carelessly
He'll take what he can find
Peter Greenstone
Rebsie, this is beautiful. Your inflections are so delicate and pristine. Your voice just gets better and better. Always thoughtful songs you find from the past. A real pleasure to listen to first thing in the morning before starting the work day.