Scarborough Fair - Simon & Garfunkel

Are you goin' to Scarbo-rough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosema-ry, and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a camb-ric shirt

(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)

Parsley, sage, rosema-ry, and thyme

(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)

Without no seams nor needlework

(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 a-cre of land

(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)

Parsley, sage, rosema-ry, 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 in a si-ckle of leather

(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)

Parsley, sage, rosema-ry, 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 goin' to Scarbo-rough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosema-ry, and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine