Текст песни Paul Simon - Scarborough Fair
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Текст песни Paul Simon - Scarborough Fair
Are you going to scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary & thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mineTell her to make me a cambric shirt( )Parsley, sage, rosemary & thymeWithout no seams nor needleworkThen she'll be a true love of mineTell her to find me an acre of landParsely, sage, rosemary, & thymeBetween the salt water and the sea strandThen she'll be a true love of mineTell her to reap it in a sickle of leatherParsely, sage, rosemary & thymeAnd to gather it all in a bunch of heatherThen she'll be a true love of mineAre you going to scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary & thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine