Scarborough Fair Lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)
Without no seams nor needle work
(blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
(sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

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 the salt water and the sea strand
(a soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
(sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(war bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(general order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.