Galen Smith Scarborough Fair Lyrics

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me to one who lived there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Without a seam nor fine needle work
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Where water ne’er sprung nor drop of rain fell
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 sea foam and over the sand
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to plow it with the horn of a lamb
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

If she tells me she can’t I’ll reply
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Just let me know that at least she will try
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
But not more than any heart asks
And I must know she’s a true love of mine

Dear when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Come to me my hand for to ask
Then you’ll be a true love of mine