Scarborough Fair / Canticle
Lyrics
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Tell him I'll make him a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Take him to find us an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
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 he'll be a true love of mine
Writer(s): Arthur Garfunkel, Paul Simon
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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