Morning (Instrumental)

Lyrics

Are you going 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 some water and the stand 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