Scarborough Fair/Canticle - Simon & Garfunkel

Lyrics by：Paul Simon/Art Garfunkel

Composed by：Paul Simon/Art Garfunkel

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 of sparrow on snow-crested ground

Without no seams nor needle work

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 grave with silvery tears

Between the salt water and the sea strands

A soldier cleans and polishes a gun

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions

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

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