paroles de chanson Scarborough Fair - Deborah Stokol

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For he once was a true love of mine

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without there no seams nor needle work either
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt waters and the sea strands
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it all in a bunches of heather
Well then he'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
For he once was a true love of mine