Bobbie Gentry, Glen Campbell - Scarborough Fair/Canticle (Without Strings) lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
Who 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 or needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child
Of the mountains)
Then she'll be a true love of minе
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell him to buy mе 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 salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then he'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to reap it with 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
Who once was a true love of mine