Deborah Stokol - Scarborough Fair Lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
(For he) once was a true love of mine
Tell (him) to make a cambric shirt
(In my Love's hunter green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Gentle slow flight and the song of a starling)
Without no seams nor needlework (either)
(The warmth of a garment on days when there's frost)
Then (he'll) be a true love of mine
(Wondering how to find shelter in Ross
Climbing the hills to find all that he'd lost)
Tell (him) to find me an acre of land
(With a ring of trees gold)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Lilting the falls with the angels' clear fog)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(And brandishes a dagger)
Then (he'll) be a true love of mine
(And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did)
Tell (him) to reap it with a sickle of leather
(Held in crimson, cloth satchels)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(The sun will beat down on your forehead and shine)
And gather it all in bunches of heather
(A day not soon forgotten)
Then (he'll) be a true love of mine
(And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did)
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
(Are you going to Scarborough Fair)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Parsley, sage and rosemary, and thyme)
Remember me to one who lives there
(Oh, please remember)
(For he) once was a true love of mine
(And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did
He once was a true love of mine)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
(For he) once was a true love of mine
Tell (him) to make a cambric shirt
(In my Love's hunter green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Gentle slow flight and the song of a starling)
Without no seams nor needlework (either)
(The warmth of a garment on days when there's frost)
Then (he'll) be a true love of mine
(Wondering how to find shelter in Ross
Climbing the hills to find all that he'd lost)
Tell (him) to find me an acre of land
(With a ring of trees gold)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Lilting the falls with the angels' clear fog)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(And brandishes a dagger)
Then (he'll) be a true love of mine
(And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did)
Tell (him) to reap it with a sickle of leather
(Held in crimson, cloth satchels)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(The sun will beat down on your forehead and shine)
And gather it all in bunches of heather
(A day not soon forgotten)
Then (he'll) be a true love of mine
(And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did)
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
(Are you going to Scarborough Fair)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Parsley, sage and rosemary, and thyme)
Remember me to one who lives there
(Oh, please remember)
(For he) once was a true love of mine
(And I hope that day comes, for I loved him, I did
He once was a true love of mine)