SCARBOUGH FAIR

SCARBOUGH FAIR - Sarah Brightman

Lyrics by：Frank Peterson

Composed by：Paul 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

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 a clarion call

Tell her to find me an acre of land

A sprinkling of leaves

Parsley sage rosemary and thyme

Washes the grave with silvery tears

Between the salt water

And the sea strands

Polishes a gun

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Sleeps unaware of a clarion call

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 gather it all in a bunch of heather

They've long ago forgotten

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Sleeps unaware of a clarion call

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