Scarborough Fair

Harry Belafonte

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:


Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.


Remember me to one who lives there


She was once a true love of mine.





Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:


Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.


Without no seams nor needle work


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 strands,


Then she'll be a true love of mine.





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


She was once a true love of mine.