“Scarborough Fair”一直以来都是我的至爱，

众多版本中也始终是Sarah Brightman的演唱最让我心悸，

无论何时，无论何地，当音乐再次耳边缓缓响起，

一颗尘世中飘浮的心，就这样静静地，静静地沉下去，浮起来，

不知不觉中潸然泪下．．．

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

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(Oh the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown)

Without no seams nor needle work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she`ll be ture love of main
(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 and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and publishes a gun)
Then she`ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(War bells blazing in scarlet battalion)
Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And 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