Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra
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 seam, nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to buy me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strand
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