Are you going to Scarborough fair?
dearest friend will i see you there?
life's not always pretty
it hurts to care
and sometimes love's too much to bear
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
am I yours and are you mine?
give me reason
give me rhyme
the tardy fruit's the fullest wine
Remember me to One who lives there
if you knew would you still care?
he says "truth"
and i say "dare"
far from home in a villain's lair
he once was A true love of Mine
is this life more than a tombstone's line?
a hope chest of maple
a casket of pine
we'd make something good, we'd make something fine
Tell Him to make me a cambric shirt
can i hold your hands when they're covered in dirt?
I want to dance
in a flowing skirt
made for joy and prone to hurt
without no Seams nor needlework
if death is drowning is Life the murk?
my heart still flutters
my knees still jerk
you see my silence you hear my quirks
tell him to find me an acre of land
Is there treasure under this sinking sand?
we stole our hearts
and took our hands
so full of desires and whispered demands
tell him to reap it in a sickle of leather
is it just me, or is it the weather?
raised in glory
Falling together
i caught an angel and hold Every feather
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
you will always remain a true love of mine
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