Friday, September 3, 2010

SCARBOROUGH FAIR

Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel

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 the snow crested brown.
Without no seems nor needless work...
Blankets and bed clother the child of the mountain.
Then she’ll be a true love of mine...
Sleeps un aware of the clarion call.
Tell her to fine me on 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 stand.
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.
We bellows blazing in scarlet battalion.
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme.
Generals order their soldiers to kill.
And gather it all in a bouch of heather.
And to fight for cause they’ve long ago forgotten.

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