Scarborough Fair/Canticle (for The Voice 2013 AU)

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.

 On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
 Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
 Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
 Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

 Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
 Without no seams nor needle work,
 Then she'll be a true love of mine.

 On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
 Washes the grave with silvery tears.
 soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
 Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

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

 War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
 General order their soldiers to kill.
 And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.

 Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
 And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
 Then she'll be a true love of mine.