A Fine Day To Exit

Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus... Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Your own personal jesus Reach out and touch faith

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Remember me to the one who lives there,  she once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without no seam or needlework, She once was a true love of mine. Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And gather it all with a basket of flowers, Then she'll be a true love of mine. Ask her to buy me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Between salt water and the strands, Then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. And gather it all in a bunch of heather. Then she'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough Fair?  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to the one who lives there,  Then she'll be a true love of mine.