Carly Simon Scarborough Fair Lyrics

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 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.