Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For he once was a true love of mine

Tell him to make a cambric shirt
In my Love's hunter green
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Gentle slow flight and the song of a starling
Without no seams nor needlework either
The warmth of a garment on days when there's frost
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Wondering how to find shelter in Ross
Climbing the hills to find all that he'd lost

Tell him to find me an acre of land
With a ring of trees gold
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Lilting the falls with the angels' clear fog
Between the salt water and the sea strands
And brandishes a dagger
Then he'll be a true love of mine
And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Held in crimson, cloth satchels
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
The sun will beat down on your forehead and shine
And gather it all in bunches of heather
A day not soon forgotten
Then he'll be a true love of mine
And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Parsley, sage and rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
Oh, please remember
For he once was a true love of mine
And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did
He once was a true love of mine