Simon & Garfunkel - Scarborough Fair
Engels volksliedje / Bewerking: Paul Simon
(1968)






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 a child of the mountains
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
Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme
Washes the grave with silvery 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
Parsely, 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









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