Are you going to Scarborough Faire?
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,
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme.
Without no seams nor needlework,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to find me an acre of land,
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme.
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme.
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Faire?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine .
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Are you going to Scarborough Faire?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.
On the side of the hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain,
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
On the side of the hill, a sprinkling of leaves,
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions.
Generals order their soldiers to kill,
And to fight for a cause they'd long ago forgotten.
Are you going to Scarborough Faire?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine .
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