Don’t cry baby theres
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 a
cambric shirt
Parsley,Sage,Rosemary
and Thyme Without no
seams nor needle work
Then she'll be a true
love of mine
(On the side of a hill
in the deep forest green)
Tracing of sparrow on
snow crested brown
Blankets and bed clothes
the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of
the clarion call)
Tell her to find me
an acre of land
Parsley,Sage,Rosemary
and Thyme Between the
saltwater and the
sea strand
Then she'll be a true
love of mine
(On the side of a hill
a sprinkling of leaves
Washes the grave with
silvery tears
A soldier cleans and
polishes a gun
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
(War bellows blazing
in scarlet battalions
Generals order their soldiers
to kill And to fight for a
cause they've long a
go forgot then)
Sarah Brightman
