Lyric

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 him to make me a cambric shirt

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

And weave the daydreams of twin ray

Without no seams nor needle work

Then he'll be a true love of mine

Only if I had reached him…

Have you been to the Scarborough Fair?

…I will

Tell her to find me an acre of land

Where they slowly melts into

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Tracing paths of forgotten

Between the salt water and the sea strand

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 up with a rope made of heather

Through the abyss, looking for scattered shards of a frostbound blue rose

For then she'll be a true love of mine

Now, let the darkness claim its sacrifice

I will keep going on, ‘till we meet again

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

…I still

All parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?