スカボロー・フェア(sukaborofea) 森山良子

Are you going to Scarborough Fair ?
Parsley , sage , rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who live there
He once was a true love of mine

Tell him 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 needle work
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Then hell be a true love of mine
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call

Tell him 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 strand
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then hell be a true love of mine

Tell him to reap it in a sickle of leather
War bellows blazing in the scarlet battalions
Parsley , sage , rosemary and thyme
General orders his soldiers to kill
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
And the fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten
Then hell be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair ?
Parsley , sage , rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
He once was a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair？
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who live there
He once was a true love of mine

Tell him 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 needle work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then he'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell him 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 strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows blazing in the scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(General orders his soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And the fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten)
Then he'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
He once was a true love of mine
He once was a true love of mine