Sarah Brightman Scarborough Fair

Sarah Brightman version of Scarborough Fair. Lyrics 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 him to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work Then he ll be a true love of mine Have him wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where ne er a drop of water e er fell And then he ll be a true love of mine Tell him to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between salt water and the sea strands Then he ll be a true love of mine Tell him 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