On the cliffs of Scarborough Bay, high in the north at the grey sea, so many stories are told by the wind, which are long gone. I always think of Scarborough Fair, when I hear the flames from afar. I think of him, whose love I found, there on the wild rocky beach. I was happy in Scarborough Fair, believed that it would be forever, that our love would never break again. But fate didn't want it. Will you ever come to Scarborough Fair? Tell him my heart is so heavy, when foreign ships leave anchor. I dream of seeing him again. On the cliffs of Scarborough Bay, high in the north at the grey sea, so many stories are told by the wind, which are long gone. © transcript Emily Beynon
