Scarborough Fair/canticle - Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics - Art Garfunkel

(The song is repeated twice. It's 

the album track played twice in a row with a string and flute interlude 

between the two.) 

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 a sparrow on 

snow-crested ground) 

Without no seams nor needlework 

(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 ground with 

so many 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 in a sickle of 

leather 

(War bellows, blazing 

in scarlet battalions) 

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 

(Generals order their 

soldiers to kill) 

And to 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 

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 a sparrow on 

snow-crested ground) 

Without no seams nor needlework 

(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 ground with 

so many 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 in a sickle of 

leather 

(War bellows, blazing 

in scarlet battalions) 

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 

(Generals order their 

soldiers to kill) 

And to 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