Scarborough Fair / Canticle

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 in the deep forest green Parsely sage rosemary and thyme Tracing a sparrow on snow crested brown 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 acre of land a sprinkling of leaves Parsely sage rosemary and thyme Washes is the grave with slivery tears Between the salt water and the sea strand Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather Parsely sage rosemary and thyme Generals order their soldiers to kill And to gather it all in a bunch of heather 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