Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
Nolwenn Leroy
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 a seam nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find 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
Tell him to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
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