Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who was there
She once was a true love of mine
Are you going to the fair?
Till her lips meet at the sink of morning
Was this strange rosemary and thyme
Where we made love so passionately
She once was a true love of mine
Will she be my true love?
Are you going to the fair?
Are you going to the fair?
Are you going to the bath?
Are you going to the bath?
And tell her that I want her
Tell her that I just can't live
Please, please tell her to come and be with
And tell her that I miss her
Oh girl, she's always on my mind
Tell her, tell her I miss her
If you see her, let her know
I'm waiting, waiting for her to return,