[00:00.000] 作词 : Paul Simon/Art Garfunkel
[00:09.030]Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
[00:16.830]Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
[00:25.340]Remember me to one who lives there
[00:33.090]She once was a true love of mine
[00:41.840]Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
[00:47.720](On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
[00:50.630]Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
[00:54.340](Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
[00:58.810]Without no seams nor needlework
[01:02.490](Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
[01:06.880]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[01:10.950](Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
[01:16.020]Tell her to find me an acre of land
[01:19.490](On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
[01:23.580]Parsley, sage, rosemary, & thyme
[01:27.220](Washes the grave with silvery tears)
[01:31.860]Between the salt water and the sea strand
[01:36.160](A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
[01:39.970]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[01:49.430]Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
[01:53.830](War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
[01:56.930]Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
[02:00.650](Generals order their soldiers to kill)
[02:05.240]And gather it all in a bunch of heather
[02:08.670](And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
[02:13.590]Then she'll be a true love of mine
[02:22.350]Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
[02:30.530]Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
[02:39.170]Remember me to one who lives there
[02:47.450]She once was a true love of mine

作词 : Paul Simon/Art Garfunkel
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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 & thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
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, & thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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 & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine