Omnia - 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...