“Scarborough Fair”, Simon & Garfunkel

 

 

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
     (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
     (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
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)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
     (Washed is the ground with so many 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
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
     (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
     (Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to 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 & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.