Paroles de Scarborough Fair

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 me a cambric shirt (deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needlework (the child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine (sleeps unaware) (Forest green) (Crested ground) (The child of the mountain) (Sleeps unaware) True love of mine Scarborough fair Scarborough fair Scarborough fair Scarborough fair 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