Sarah Brightman - Scarborough Fair

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 Scarborough Fair
 Sarah Brightman
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 

  

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)