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 spirit's 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