Omnia Lyrics
"The Elven Lover"

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 silver sand
If she would be a true love of mine

Tell her to plough it with a dandelion thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And sow the field with spirits 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 stitches all of graveyard earth
If she would be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me where the banshee sings
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And fly to me on Angel wings
Then she will be a true love of mine...