Scarborough Fair (Acoustic Version) - unplug

Song	Scarborough Fair (Acoustic Version) - unplug
Artist	Leaves' Eyes
Album	At Heaven’s End

	Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
	Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

	Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
	Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
	Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
	Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).

	Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
	Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears).
	Between salt water and the sea strands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
	Then she'll be a true love of mine.

	Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions).
	Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill).
	And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten).
	Then she'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, she once was a true love of mine.

	Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
	Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

	Tell her to make me a cambric shirt On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
	Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Tracing a sparrow on snowcrested ground.
	Without no seams nor needlework Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain.
	Then she' ll be a true love of mine Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

	Tell her to find me an acre of land On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves.
	Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Washes the grave with silvery tears.
	Between salt water and the sea strands A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
	Then she' ll be a true love of mine.

	Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions.
	Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Generals order their soldiers to kill.
	And gather it all in a bunch of heather And to fight for a cause they' ve long ago forgotten.
	Then she' 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, she once was a true love of mine.