Scarborough fair (Simon and Garfunkel)


Are you goin’ 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,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework,
then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
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,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
then she’ll be a true love of mine
Are you goin’ to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there,
she once was a true love of mine