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I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl. I held her close, but she faded in the night Like a poem I meant to write. And the leaves that are green turn to br..

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 (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes, the child of the mo..

When you're weary Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side When times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down When you're down and out When you're on the street When evening falls so hard I will comfort you I'll take your part When d..

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come with talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone Neath the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were s..

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises. All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest, hmmmm When I left my home and my family, I's no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared, laying low, Seeking ..

April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night; July, she will flyAnd give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I'll remember A love once new has now grown old. 4월이 오면 그녀..