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Scarborough Fair / Canticle - Paul Simon (保罗·西蒙)
Lyrics by：Arthur Garfunkel/Paul Simon
Composed by：Paul Simon/Arthur Garfunkel
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
In the deep forest green
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested ground
Without no seams nor needle work
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 grave with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strands
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And 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
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 of sparrow on snowcrested ground
Without no seams nor needle work
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 grave with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strands
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And 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
