Bird In The Thyme Songtext

With his song, and his smile.

And on the twelfth night,
The fool came.
With his song, and his smile.

And we rose merrily forward
And we rose merrily down
And we rose merrily forward
And we rose merrily down.

There it was,
A fallen bird in the thyme
Its time had come.

And then the sage,
He gave his wise reply
And I looked down

And we rose merrily forward And we rose merrily down
And we rose merrily forward
And we rose merrily down

(Thanks to Jeff Turner for these lyrics)