Sarah Brightman-Scarborough Fair

LyricsAre you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
He (she) once was a true love of mine.
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without a seam or needle work,
Then (s)he'll be a true love of mine.
Tell him (her) to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Where water ne'er sprang, nor drop of rain fell
Then (s)he'll be a true love of mine.
Tell him (her) to dry it on yonder grey thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which ne'er bore blossom since Adam was born
Then (s)he'll be a true love of mine.
Then (s)he'll be a true love of mine
Then (s)he'll be a true love of mine