Luberon Ètude
Wild thyme, wild thyme
Always looking for some
Wild thyme
Searching for growth
In the street cracks
On this dusky road
In Bonnieux
Provence presents
The calls of peacocks
And tree frog songs
As the moon rises
Wild thyme, wild thyme
Always looking for some
Wild thyme
In silver light
My fingertips are kissed
By starry saxifrage
Thriving betwixt cool limestone
Almost home now
The crunch of cedar twigs
Beneath my feet
I see the porch light glow
Wild thyme, wild thyme
In the south of France
I finally found
My wild thyme
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