Nolwenn Leroy - Scarborough Fair Lyrics
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereHe once was a true love of mineTell him to make me a cambric shirtParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeWithout a seam nor needlework,Then he'll be a true love of mineTell him to find me an acre of landParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeBetween salt water and the sea strandThen he'll be a true love of mine.Tell him to reap it in a sickle of leatherParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeAnd gather it all in a bunch of heatherThen he'll be a true love of mineAre you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereHe once was a true love of mine