Scarborough Fair by Roger Whittaker 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

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
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)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes 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. (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and 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, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine