Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin [ Scarborough fair canticle] [English translation]

Poor boy who thinks about the country

Honeysuckle that you're far away

Poor boy that love forgets

A little bit more every morning

Do you want, my beautiful, to cut for me

Honeysuckle that you're far away

A shirt in the sheets

Where we once slept so well

Will you find me an acre of land

Honeysuckle that you're far away

Close to the church by the sea

To sing my last refrain

Now I know it's the end of the sun

Honeysuckle that you're far away

And I would like it to be you, my beautiful

Who bury me with your own hands

Poor boy who thinks about the country

Honeysuckle you're far away

Poor boy that love forgets

A little bit more every morning