Scarborough Fair - Simon & Garfunkel

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 on snow-crested brown)

Without no seams nor nee-ee-dle 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 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