Justin Hayward - Scarborough Fair lyrics

Simon 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 brown 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 strand 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 General order their soldiers to k** 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.