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SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE (Lyrics & Music : Simon & Garfunkel) Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel - 1968 Nana Mouskouri Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains) Then 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, & thyme (Washed is the ground with so many tears) Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions) Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill) And to 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 & thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine. ***** CHÈVREFEUILLE QUE TU ES LOIN (Trad. - Arrgt P. Simon, A. Garfunkel / P. Delanoë) Nana Mouskouri Pauvre garçon qui pense au pays Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie Un peu plus à chaque matin Veux-tu ma belle tailler pour moi Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Une chemise dans les draps Où naguère nous dormions si bien Veux-tu me trouver un arpent de terre Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Tout près de l'église au bord de la mer Pour chanter mon dernier refrain Maintenant je sais que c'est la fin du soleil Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Et je voudrais que ce soit toi ma belle Qui m'enterre de tes propres mains Pauvre garçon qui pense au pays Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie Un peu plus à chaque matin

    





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