[00:00.000] 作曲 : Art Garfunkel/Paul Simon
[00:07.389]Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
[00:16.158]Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
[00:22.285]Remember me to one who lives there
[00:29.464]She once was a true love of mine
[00:35.577]
[00:37.171]Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill, in the deep forest green)
[00:44.097]Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground)
[00:51.264]Without no seams nor needle work(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
[00:57.390]Then she'll be a true love of mine(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
[01:04.835]
[01:04.835]Tell her to find me an acre of land(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
[01:11.407]Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
[01:18.605]Between the salt water and the sea strands(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
[01:24.981]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[01:33.205]
[01:34.227]Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
[01:48.026]Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
[01:55.930]And gather it all in a bunch of heather(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
[02:01.462]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[02:08.362]
[02:10.232]Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
[02:17.103]Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
[02:24.820]Remember me to one who lives there
[02:33.600]She once was a true love of mine

作曲 : Art Garfunkel/Paul Simon
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 snow-crested 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