Sarah Brightman - Scarborough Fair Lyrics
Are you going to scarborough fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mineTell her to make me a cambric shirtParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeWithout no seam nor needle workThen shell be a true love of mineTell her to find me an acre of landParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeBetween salt water and the sea strandWhen shell be a true love of mineTell her to reap it with a sickle of leatherParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeAnd gather it all in a bunch of heatherThen shell be a true love of mineAre you going to scarborough fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine