Sarah Brightman
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
he once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needless work
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find me on acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he'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
he once was a true love of mine