Going to where

 O+  going to where  +O

Scarborough fair
Such a sweet air
Infects my head
Lines tripping on
Repeated and redone
Eternal loop continuous
Of market stalls and herbs
At end of a journey

For are you going
To the place in the tune
Mind worm so sweet
Gnawing away at my brain
Chewing up sense in my head
Tainting my dreams
Interrupting all thoughts
Who will be there

I see her in a long linen dress
Striding towards me
Hair falling long over shoulders
Light brown kissed with blonde
Smile broad and deep
Eyes reflecting joy
Of my arrival finally
At Scarborough Fair.