Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a can of rickshaw And a deep forest green Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme A sparrow wants no crested crown Without no steam nor knead and butter Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me a saviour of mine Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme A silent tear between the salt water Passes his glance and lavishes a fan Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to weep it in a sickle mill of blaze In scarlet birch and hay Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme A sparrow wants no crested crown Then gather it all and a fine bunch of heathers Leave all the gold, forget She'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine © BF-WATCH TV 2021