Scarborough Fair

As through the valley they together cross
Facing the rage of the nature`s moss
The road they pass to the dark and old
One road to fear as they got cold and fold.

The nights covered their burning flame
The days shoving their endless chase
Through the darkness, their love fell
All but the woe into their lovely merry-lane.

Up the mountain they bravely step
Warm the sun rose upon their face
They found its ideal waves of gold
Where their love can be truly unfold.

They climbed deep at the edge
Claimed the view upon the sage
Emotions blurring their dozy eyes
Sorrows no more as their merry rise.

Visions of the world they truly saw
One long love they eternal swore
Peace of heart, their love more gain
As the fire never touched their chain.

Nor mount, nor dale, nor silver night
Black dreams, nor pain but waves are bright
Rosemary she bind upon his resin hair
As they crossed the lanes of Scarborough Fair.