Scarborough Fair / Canticle

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Art 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 [Verse 2: Art Garfunkel & Paul Simon] 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 of 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 [Verse 3: Art Garfunkel & Paul Simon] 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 grave with silvery tears Between the saltwater and the sea strands A soldier cleans and polishes a gun Then she'll be a true love of mine [Verse 4: Art Garfunkel & Paul Simon] Tell her to reap it with 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 And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten Then she'll be a true love of mine [Verse 1: Art Garfunkel & 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