作词 : 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; Oh the sides of a hill in the deep forest green

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown

Without no seams nor needlework; Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain

And 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 the 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 with a sickle of leather; War bellows blazing in scarlet battalion)

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

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; Oh the sides of a hill in the deep forest green

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown

Without no seams nor needlework; Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain

And 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 the 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 with a sickle of leather; War bellows blazing in scarlet battalion)

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