Scarborough Fair
陈百强
Are YoU goIn' 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 a sparrow on snow-crested groUnd).
WIthoUt no seams nor needlework (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 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 In 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.
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 a sparrow on snow-crested groUnd).
WIthoUt no seams nor needlework (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 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 In 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.
《Scarborough Fair 》
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