Scarborough Fair - Queensryche

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.