Текст песни Simon and Garfunkel - SCARBOROUGH FAIR
Simon and Garfunkel - SCARBOROUGH FAIR слова песни
Are you goin` to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mineTell her to make me a cambric shirt, parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeWithout no seams nor needlework, then she`ll be a true love of mineTell her to find me an acre of land, parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeBetween the salt water and the sea strand, then she`ll be a true love of mineTell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeAnd to gather it all in a bunch of heather, then she`ll be a true love of mineAre you goin` to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine