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 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 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.
(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.