Sunday, June 27, 2010

spices

Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears).
Between salt water and the sea strands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

4 comments:

Zhoen said...

Ropes of sand.

Debstar said...

I thought it was Scarborough Fair

Phil Plasma said...

deb is right.

Zhoen said...

Riddle songs.