Are you goin' 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
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
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.

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions.
Generals order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.