Simon & Garfunkel - Scarborough Fair / Canticle Lyrics

[Verse 1]Are you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine[Verse 2]Tell her to make me a cambric shirtOn the side of a hill, in the deep forest greenParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeTracing of sparrow on snow-crested groundWithout no seams nor needle workBlankets and bedclothes the child of the mountainThen she'll be a true love of mineSleeps unaware of the clarion call[Verse 3]Tell her to find me an acre of landOn the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leavesParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeWashes the grave with silvery tearsBetween the salt water and the sea strandsA soldier cleans and polishes a gunThen she'll be a true love of mine[Verse 4]Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leatherWar bellows blazing in scarlet battalionsParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeGenerals order their soldiers to killAnd gather it all in a bunch of heatherAnd to fight for a cause they've long ago forgottenThen she'll be a true love of mine[Verse 5]Are you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine