Scarborough Fair / Canticle (Extended Version)

Scarborough Fair / Canticle (Extended Version) - Simon & Garfunkel

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 the clarion call

Tell her to find me an acre of land

A sprinkling of leaves

Parsley sage rosemary and thyme

Washed is 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 have 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

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

Washed is 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

They have 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