Scarborough Fair/Canticle

Words & Music:

Traditional/arr. Paul Simon

 

Am               G           Am

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

C        Am        C  D   Am

Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme.

         C     Am            G

Remember me to one who lives there,

Am       G                  Am

She once was a true love of mine.

 

 

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.

                          [On the side of the hill in the deep forest green.]

Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme.

                          [Tracing of sparrow on snow crested brown.]

Without no seams nor needlework.

                       [Blankets & 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 the hill, a sprinkling of leaves]

Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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 with a sickle of leather.

                               [War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.]

Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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.]

She once was a true love of mine.

 

[Both parts together]

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.