Art Garfunkel - Scarborough Fair / Canticle 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 On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to make me a cambric shirt: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Without no seams nor needle work Then she'll be a true love of mine On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves Washes the grave with silvery tears A soldier cleans and polishes a gun Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to find me an acre of land: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Between the salt water and the sea strand Then she'll be a true love of mine War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions General order their soldiers to k** And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mine