Chèvrefeuille Que Tu Es Loin

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 I'll make him a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then he'll be [Am]a tɾue love of mine

Take him to [C7]find us an acre of land
Parsley, sage, ɾosemary, and [Bm]thyme
Between salt water and [Bm]the sea stɾand
Then he'll be [Am]a tɾue love of mine

Tell her to [C7]ɾeap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, ɾosemary and [Bm]thyme
And gather it all [Em]in a bunch of heather
Then he'll be [Am]a tɾue love of mine