< link rel =" stylesheet " href =" http : / / editor . daum . net / services / blog / css / contents 4 view . css ? ver = 1 . 1 . 114 " type =" text / css "/>< link rel =" stylesheet " href =" http : / / editor . daum . net / services / blog / css / theme 4 view . css ? ver = 1 . 1 . 114 " type =" text / css "/> Scarborough Fair - Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel Are you going to Scarborough FairParsley , sage , rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mineTell her to make me a cambric shirtOn the side of a hill in the deep forest greenParsley , sage , rosemary and thymeTracing of sparrow on the snow crested brownWithout no seams nor needless workBlankets and bedclothes the child of the mountainThen she ' ll be a true love of mineSleeps unaware of the clarion callTell her to find me an acre of landOn the side of a hill a sprinking of leavesparsley , sage , rosemary and thymeWashes the grave with silvery tearsBetween the salt water and the sea strandsA soldier cleans and polishes a gunThen she ' ll be a true love of mineSleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leatherWar bellows blazing in scarlet battalionsParsley , sage , rosemary and thymeGenerals order their soldier to killAnd gather it all in a bunch of heatherAnd to fight for a causeThen she ' ll be a true love of minethey ' ve long ago forgotten Are you going to Scarborough FairParsley , sage , rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine