Herbs and Memories

Scarborough Fair
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966

"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.

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 ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand.
(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 to 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."

My head is filled with the words to the songs of The Sixties.
That's why sometimes I am forgetful...
~Nancy ~ 168/365