Scarborough Fair - My Dying Bride

Take the Linton Falls water so white

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

From cold it's bed then up to the sky

She'll be a true love of mine

Ask for angels a chariot to make

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

With swan feathers black and the wings of the night

She will breathe the true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

For once she was a true love of mine

Have her make me a cambric shirt

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

Without no seam nor fine needle work

And then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

And gather it all with a basket of flowers

And then she'll be a true love of mine

Dear when thou hast finished thy task

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

Come to me my hand for to ask

For thou then art a true love of mine