Scarborough Fair - Canticle

If you say that you can't, then I shall reply,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Oh, Let me know that at least you will try,

Or you'll never be a true love of mine.
Love imposes impossible tasks,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

But none more than any heart would ask,

I must know you're a true love of mine.