Roger Whittaker - 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. 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 k**). 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.