Beneath the fragrance of thyme
lie the memories of days gone by.
The sounds of spring and the summer sun
fade away as time passes by.
Memories of loved ones, joys and sorrows,
fade as thyme comes and goes.
Lying here in the church yard of thyme,
holding the memories till time is no more.
When the bright morning star arises the soul
and we meet once again on that yonder green shore.