Scarborough Fair

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

(Oh the side of a hi ll in the deep forest green)

Parsley,sage, rosemary and thyme

(Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown)

Without no seams nor needle work

(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)

Then she` ll be ture love of main

(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 grave with silvery tears)

Between the salt water and the sea strand

(A soldier cleans and publishes a gun)

Then she`ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather

(War bells blazing in scarlet battalion)

Parsley,sage, rosemary and thyme

(Generals order their soldiers to kill)

And 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

Scarborough Fair

Have you ever been to Scarborough Fair?

turnip, sage, rosemary and thyme

Give my regards to a girl there

She used to be my lover.

ask her to make me a linen dress

(deep in the green forest, just beside the mountain)

turnips, sage, rosemary and thyme

(chasing finches on the snow-capped brown mountain)

There is no need to sew or sew on it

(the mountain is the carpet and sheet of the son of the mountain)

She will.

(I don't feel the sound of the horn calling in my sleep)

Tell her to find me a piece of land

(from a few grass leaves beside the hill)

turnips, sage, rosemary and thyme

(silver tears dripping down the grave)

Just between salt water and the sea

(.

Tell her to harvest with a leather sickle

(the war is roaring and scarlet bullets are screaming)

turnip, sage, rosemary and thyme

(the generals ordered their soldiers to kill)

Tie the harvested heather into a bunch

(fighting for a long forgotten reason)