The Longest Johns - Wild mountain thyme

Oh the ^Gsummer time has come And the ^Ctrees are sweetly ^Gblooming And the ^Cwild ^Gmountain ^Emthyme Grows a^Ammong the blooming ^Cheather Will you ^Ggo, ^Classie, ^Ggo?

And we'll ^Call go to^Ggether, To pull ^Cwild ^Dmountain ^Emthyme, All a^Ammong the ^Gblooming ^Cheather Will you ^Ggo, ^Classie, ^Ggo?

I will ^Gbuild my love a bower, Near yon ^Cpure crystal ^Gfountain, And ^Con it ^GI will ^Empile, All the ^Amflowers of the ^Cmountain. Will you ^Ggo, ^Classie, ^Ggo?

And we'll ^Call go to^Ggether, To pull ^Cwild ^Dmountain ^Emthyme, All a^Ammong the ^Gblooming ^Cheather Will you ^Ggo, ^Classie, ^Ggo?

If my ^Gtrue love, he were gone I would ^Csurely find a^Gnother To pull ^Cwild ^Gmountain ^Emthyme All a^Ammong the ^Gblooming ^Cheather Will you ^Ggo, ^Classie, ^Ggo?

And we'll ^Call go to^Ggether, To pull ^Cwild ^Dmountain ^Emthyme, All a^Ammong the ^Gblooming ^Cheather Will you ^Ggo, ^Classie, ^Ggo?

And we'll ^Call go to^Ggether, To pull ^Cwild ^Dmountain ^Emthyme, All a^Ammong the ^Gblooming ^Cheather Will you ^Ggo, ^Classie, ^Ggo?