Glen Campbell And Bobbie Gentry - Scarborough Fair/Canticle lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there Who 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 or needlework (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) Tell him to buy 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 polishes a gun) Then shell be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) Tell her to reap it in 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 Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there Who once was a true love of mine