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famazza's Journal: Live and let live

Journal by famazza

In times when cleverness is missing and the war is as near as 40 year ago I remembered an old song. It might remember many the rippies, but for me it remembers the peace propoused by them and the passive resistence against the war (Vietnam in that time, Korea and Iraq now a days)

  • 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)
    Parsely, 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)
    Parsely, 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)
    Parsely, 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
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