Scarborough Fair (Acoustic Version) Letra

He once was a true love of mine.

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without nor seams nor needlework,
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 bunch of heather,
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,
He once was a true love of mine.

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