1st Verse: Oh, the summertime is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie, go? 2nd Verse: I will build my love a bower By yon clear and crystal fountain And there we will gather All the flowers of the mountain 3rd Verse: If my true love will not follow I will never find another To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather