The Elven Lover lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough fair?

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

remember me to a girl who lives there

if she would be a true love of mine...

Tell her to find me an acre of land

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

between the sea and the silver sand

if she would be a true love of mine...

Tell her to plow it with a dandelion thorn

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

and sow the field with spirits unborn

if she would 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 flowers of heather

if she would be a true love of mine...

Tell her to weave it on unicorn bone

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

and dye it red with the blood of old stone

if she would be a true love of mine...

Tell her to make me a funeral shirt

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

with the stitches all of graveyard dirt

if she would be a true love of mine...

Tell her to find me where the banshee sings

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

then fly to me on Angel wings

then she would be a true love of mine...