Carly Simon - Scarborough Fair Lyrics
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.On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountainSleeps unaware of the clarion call.Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;Without no seams nor needle work,Then she'll be a true love of mine.On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.Washes the grave with silvery tears.A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.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.War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.General order their soldiers to kill.And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;And gather it all in a bunch of heather,Then she'll be a true love of mine.
