Scarborough fair
Paul Simon

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 the salt water and the sea strand,

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 to gather it all in a bunch of heather,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

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