< link rel =" stylesheet " href =" http : / / editor . daum . net / services / blog / css / contents 4 view . css ? ver = 1 . 1 . 114 " type =" text / css "/>< link rel =" stylesheet " href =" http : / / editor . daum . net / services / blog / css / theme 4 view . css ? ver = 1 . 1 . 114 " type =" text / css "/> Scarborough Fair - Sarah BrightmanAre you going to Scarborough FairParsley , Sage , Rosemary and ThymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mineTell her to make a cambric shirtParsley , Sage , Rosemary and ThymeWithout no seams nor needle workThen she ' ll be a true love of mine ( On the side of a hill in the deep forest green ) Tracing of sparrow on snow crested brownBlankets and bed clothes the child of the mountainSleeps unaware of the clarion call ) Tell her to find me an acre of landParsley , Sage , Rosemary and ThymeBetween the saltwater and the sea strandThen she ' ll be a true love of mine ( On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves Washes the grave with silvery tearsA soldier cleans and polishes a gunSleeps unaware of the clarion call ) Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leatherParsley , Sage , Rosemary and ThymeAnd gather it all in a bunch of heatherThen she ' ll be a true love of mine ( War bellows blazing in scarlet battalionsGenerals order their soldiers to killAnd to fight for a cause they ' ve long a go forgot then )