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
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Tracing of sparrow in snowcrest brown
Without no seems nor needle work
Blankets and bed clothes 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 sprinking of leaves
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme |
Washes the grave with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strands
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Generals 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. |