Are you going to scarborough fair?
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Remember me to the one who lives there
Once we were a crude hollow line
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Shifting phases weary of time
Without a seam or no needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Shifting phases weary of time
Between the salt water and the sea strands
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Shifting phases weary of time
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to scarborough fair?
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
We dream of small losses static altair
Once we were a crude hollow line
Nour Currie - scarborough fair Lyrics
Nour Currie - scarborough fair Lyrics
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Are you going to scarborough fair?
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Remember me to the one who lives there
Once we were a crude hollow line
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Shifting phases weary of time
Without a seam or no needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Shifting phases weary of time
Between the salt water and the sea strands
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Shifting phases weary of time
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to scarborough fair?
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
We dream of small losses static altair
Once we were a crude hollow line
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Remember me to the one who lives there
Once we were a crude hollow line
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Shifting phases weary of time
Without a seam or no needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Shifting phases weary of time
Between the salt water and the sea strands
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Shifting phases weary of time
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to scarborough fair?
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
We dream of small losses static altair
Once we were a crude hollow line
Writer: Nour Currie
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