Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Remember me to the 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 seam or needlework,
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And gather it all with a basket of flowers,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Ask her to buy me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Between salt water and the strands,
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 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 the one who lives there,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
I can see the shadows fallin' like pictures of the past.
And day after day my heart turns to stone.
Though I'm only 20 years old my life's already gone
And when the nightmare hasn't gone I need to see a smile.
You've got to understand sometimes the strength can't make the man
so why, you never cared for me don't cry
I can't escape from those sweet lies,
They're taking control of me
my soul and spirit die
And into the night I need a helping hand
Broken dreams and fears are destroying me
and lead me straight to the end
And everyday it breaks my heart again
But I want it but I need it
And then it turned to pain
And when the nightmare hasn't gone I need to see a smile.
You've got to understand sometimes the strength can't make the man
so why, you never cared for me don't cry
I can't escape from those sweet lies,
They're taking control of me
my soul and spirit die