Scarborough Fair / Canticle Simon and Garfunkel (#11 in 1968)

    Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
    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 / (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme / (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework / (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
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 sprinkling of leaves)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme / (Washed is the ground with so many 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
 
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather / (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme / (Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to 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 & thyme
    Remember me to one who lives there
    She once was a true love of mine.