Scarborough Fair Lyrics - Sea Level - Sea Level

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 

Remember me to one who lives there 

For once she was a true love of mine 

Have her make me a cambric shirt 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 

Without no seam nor fine needle work 

And then she'll be 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 

And then she'll be a true love of mine 

Have her wash it in yonder dry well 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 

where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell 

And then she'll be a true love of mine 

Have her find me an acre of land 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 

Between the sea foam and over the sand 

And then she'll be a true love of mine 

Plow the land with the horn of a lamb 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 

Then sow some seeds from north of the dam 

And 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 

And then she'll be a true love of mine 

If she tells me she can't, I'll reply 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 

Let me know that at least she will try 

And then she'll be a true love of mine 

Love imposes impossible tasks 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 

Though 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 

For thou then art a true love of mine