[00:00.00] 作词 : Paul Simon/Art Garfunkel
[00:10.47]Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
[00:14.07]Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
[00:34.14]Remenber me to one who lives there
[00:35.10]She once was a true love of mine
[00:45.75]Tell her to make me a camrie shirt:
[00:46.50]On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
[00:50.70]Parslay.sage,rosemary and thyme:
[01:03.96]Treacing of sparrow on snow-crested brown
[01:05.10]Without no seams nor needle work
[01:07.17]Blankets and bebeloyhes the shild of the mountain
[01:13.05]Then shi'll be a true love of mine
[01:13.65]Slaaps unaware of the clarion call
[01:14.40]Tell her to find me an acre of land:
[01:15.18]On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves
[01:22.92]Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme:
[01:34.44]Washes the grave with silvery tears
[01:35.19]Between the salt water and the sea strand
[01:38.91]A soldier sleans and polishes a gun
[01:39.84]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[01:40.53]Sleeps inaware of the clarion call
[01:50.91]Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
[01:53.85]War bellows blazing in scarlet bettalions
[01:57.12]Parslay, sage rosemary and thyme
[02:09.21]Generals order their soldiers to kill
[02:12.42]And gather it all in a bunch of heater
[02:13.44]And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
[02:16.44]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[02:25.14]Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
[02:28.41]Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
[02:42.54]Remenber me to one who lives there
[02:50.07]She once was a true love of mine

作词 : Paul Simon/Art Garfunkel
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