Art Garfunkel Scarborough Faircanticle Lyrics

Scarborough Faircanticle Lyrics

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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 mountain 



Sleeps 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.