Текст песни Sarah Brightman - Scarborough Fair
Sarah Brightman - Scarborough Fair слова песни
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereHe once was a true love of mineTell him to make me a cambric shirtParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeWithout no seams nor needle workThen he`ll be a true love of mineHave him wash it in yonder dry wellParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeWhere ne`er a drop of water e`er fellAnd then he`ll be a true love of mineTell him to find me an acre of landParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeBetween salt water and the sea strandsThen he`ll be a true love of mineTell him to reap it with a sickle of leatherParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeAnd gather it all in a bunch of heatherThen he`ll be a true love of mineAre you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereHe once was a true love of mine