The Pentangle - Let No Man Steal Your Thyme lyrics

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 in the place your time was waste With spread all over with rue, With spread all over with rue A woman is a branchy tree And man's a clinging vine And from her branches carelessly He'll take what he can find. He'll take what he can find He'll take what he can find