[00:00.00] 作词 : Paul Simon
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Paul Simon
[00:09.87]Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
[00:17.40]Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
[00:29.28]Remenber me to one who lives there
[00:35.46]She once was a true love of mine
[00:43.32]Tell her to make me a camrie shirt:
[00:46.62]On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
[00:50.79]Parslay.sage,rosemary and thyme:
[00:56.70]Treacing of sparrow on snow-crested brown
[00:58.95]Without no seams nor needle work
[01:06.33]Blankets and bebeloyhes the shild of the mountain
[01:09.51]Then shi'll be a true love of mine
[01:10.92]Slaaps unaware of the clarion call
[01:15.48]Tell her to find me an acre of land:
[01:16.26]On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves
[01:24.06]Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme:
[01:28.26]Washes the grave with silvery tears
[01:29.13]Between the salt water and the sea strand
[01:39.30]A soldier sleans and polishes a gun
[01:44.19]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[01:46.98]Sleeps inaware of the clarion call
[01:50.40]Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
[01:53.97]War bellows blazing in scarlet bettalions
[01:57.21]Parslay, sage rosemary and thyme
[02:01.32]Generals order their soldiers to kill
[02:09.27]And gather it all in a bunch of heater
[02:12.36]And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
[02:14.88]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[02:24.84]Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
[02:28.68]Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
[02:46.86]Remenber me to one who lives there
[02:50.40]She once was a true love of mine

作词 : Paul Simon
作曲 : Paul Simon
Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
Remenber me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a camrie shirt:
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Parslay.sage,rosemary and thyme:
Treacing of sparrow on snow-crested brown
Without no seams nor needle work
Blankets and bebeloyhes the shild of the mountain
Then shi'll be a true love of mine
Slaaps unaware of the clarion call
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme:
Washes the grave with silvery tears
Between the salt water and the sea strand
A soldier sleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Sleeps inaware of the clarion call
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
War bellows blazing in scarlet bettalions
Parslay, sage rosemary and thyme
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And gather it all in a bunch of heater
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
Remenber me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine