are you going to scarborough fair
parsley sage rosemary and thyme
remember me to the one who lives there
he once was a true love of mine....
tell him to knit me a cambric shirt
parsley sage rosemary and thyme
without a thread or needlework
then he'll be a true love of mine....
she'd picture green meadows under grey skies, lavender colouring the horizon purple. cold winds curling above narrow lanes, tossing the bluebells every which way...
in a hollow under tall spreading oaks stood a forlorn castle, hardly surviving the angry winds from the nearby ocean.
a solitary raven flew onto a window sill.
then, the sound of horses.....
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