Sarah Brightman – Scarborough Fair

Are we going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a loyal adore of mine

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then he’ll be a loyal adore of mine

Have him rinse it in beyond dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where ne’er a dump of H2O e’er fell
And afterwards he’ll be a loyal adore of mine

Tell him to find me an hactare of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt H2O and a sea strands
Then he’ll be a loyal adore of mine

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And accumulate it all in a garland of heather
Then he’ll be a loyal adore of mine

Are we going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a loyal adore of mine