Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Scarborough Fear


If you should go to Scarborough fair 
There's a field of heather and thyme 
Where the breeze shall whisper the name 
Of a girl that used to be mine 
In this field of purple and green 
Under rocks that lay on the ground
Lies my love who never returned 
Lies my love who's never been found 
It was there where i laid her down
Where the crows all witnessed my crime 
While i placed the stones on her grave 
In that field of heather and thyme 

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