Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather.
I’ll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside.
Now I know that happiness goes on
That’s where you found me
When you put your arms around me
I haven’t been there for the longest time
I don’t know much
But I know I love you
That may be all I need to know