Scarborough Fair (Canticle) - Simon & Garfunkel Am7 Amadd9 G Am7 Amadd9 Are you going to Scarborough Fair: C Am C D Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 Parley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Re^Ammember ^Cme to one ^Gwho ^Amlives ^Gthere. Am G Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 She once was a true love of mine.

Am7 Amadd9 G Am7 Tell her to make me a cambric shirt: Am7 Amadd9 G Am7 Amadd9 C Am C D (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.) C Am C D Am7 Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Am7 Am Am7 Amadd9 Am C (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.)

With^Amout no ^Cseems nor ^Gnee-^Amdle ^Gwork, (^CBlan^Gkets ^Amand ^Gbedclothes the child of the ^Ammountain)^G ^AmThen she'll ^Gbe a true love of ^Am7mine. Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.)

Am7 Amadd9 G Am7 Amadd9 Tell her to find me an acre of land: Am7 Amadd9 G Am7 Amadd9 C (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.) C Am C D Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 (Washes the grave with silvery tears.)

Bet^Amween the salt ^Cwater and ^Gthe ^Amsea ^Gstrand, ^C(A ^Gsol^Amdier ^Gcleans and polishes a ^Amgun.)^G Am G Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 Then she'll be a true love of mine. Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.)

Am7 Amadd9 G Am7 Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: Am7 Amadd9 G Am7 Amadd9 C (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.) C Am C D Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Am7 Amadd9 Am7 Amadd9 (Generals order their soldiers to kill.)

And ^Amgather it ^Call in a ^Gbunch ^Amof ^Gheather, (^CAnd to fight ^Gfor ^Ama ^Gcause they've long ago for^Amgotten.)^G ^AmThen she'll ^Gbe a true love of ^Am7mine. ^Am7 ^Cmaj7 ^Am

and that's it!

Simon & Garfunkel - Scarborough fair