Scarborough fair

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains
sleeps unaware of the clarion call

on the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves
washes the grave with silvery tears
a soldier cleans and polishes a gun

war bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions
generals order their soldiers to kill
and to fight for a cause theyve long ago forgotten

Are you going to scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine