Scarborough Fair (Canticle) - Simon & Garfunkel


[Intro]
     
Are you going 

             
to Scarborough

     
 Fair:
           
Parley, sage, 

           
rosemary and t

         
hyme.
           
Remember me to

           
 one who lives

 
 there.
           
She once was a

              
 true love of 

         
mine.


[Verse]
        
Tell her to ma

          
ke me a cambri

  
c shirt:
    
     (On the s

           
ide of a hill 

        
in the deep fo

               
rest green.)
           
Parsley, sage,

            
 rosemary and 

         
thyme;
           
     (Tracing 

            
of sparrow on 

          
snow-crested b

    
rown.)

           
Without no see

           
ms nor nee-dle

 
 work,
            
     (Blankets

           
 and bedclothe

              
s the child of

            
 the mountain)
           
Then she'll be

              
 a true love o

  
f mine.
           
     (Sleeps u

        
naware of the 

     
clarion call.)


[Verse]
        
Tell her to fi

          
nd me an acre 

      
of land:
    
     (On the s

           
ide of a hill 

        
a sprinkling o

  
f leaves.)
           
Parsley, sage,

            
 rosemary and 

         
thyme;
           
     (Washes t

        
he grave with 

     
silvery tears.

)
            
Between the sa

            
lt water and t

     
he sea strand,
          
     (A soldie

             
r cleans and p

            
olishes a gun.

 
)
           
Then she'll be

              
 a true love o

        
f mine.
           
     (Sleeps u

        
naware of the 

     
clarion call.)


[Verse]
         
Tell her to re

         
ap it with a s

         
ickle of leath

er:
    
            (W

           
ar bellows bla

        
zing in scarle

    
t battalions.)
           
Parsley, sage,

            
 rosemary and 

       
thyme;
           
     (Generals

       
 order their s

         
oldiers to kil


l.)
            
And gather it 

            
all in a bunch

  
 of heather,
             
     (And to f

          
ight for  a  c

              
ause they've l

            
ong ago forgot

     
ten.)
           
Then she'll be

              
 a true love o

           
f mine. 


[Outro]
     
Are you going 

             
to Scarborough

     
 Fair:
           
Parley, sage, 

           
rosemary and t

         
hyme.
           
Remember me to

           
 one who lives

 
 there.
           
She once was a

              
 true love of 

         
mine.


and that's it!