From the recording Whisperings
This version is unique to this album for me as I wanted it to Whisper in it's own way using my lower register. I usually sing it live Come-all-ya style.
Lyrics
Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
Near yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will ye go, lassie go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
If my true love, she were gone,
Could I ever find another?
Where wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?