My BOX

**tinnygy** · 11-07-2009 01:57 PM

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**tinnygy** · 21-07-2009 05:55 PM

1.
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.
2.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without no seams nor
needle work. Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Voice 2nd
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain, sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
3.
Tell her to find me an acre of land.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Between the salt water and the sea strands. Then she'll be
a true love of mine.
Voice 2nd
On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves, washes the grave with silvery tears, a soldier cleans
and polishes a gun, sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
4.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. And gather it all
in a bunch of heather. Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Voice 2nd
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions. Generals order their soldiers to kill and to fight for a
cause they've long ago forgotten.
5.
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.

**tinnygy** · 30-07-2009 08:44 PM

I don't wanna crossover
Between this genre, that genre
Between you and I is where
I wanna crossover, the line

I just wanna go further
Between here and there grow wiser
Together you and I-we can
Cross all borders you and I

Only, only you can make me...