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
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
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