Love is like a never ending melody Poets have compared it to a symphony A symphony conducted by the lighting of the moon But our song of love is slightly out of tune . .
Once your kisses raised me to a fever pitch Now the orchestration doesn't seem so rich Seems to me you've changed the tune we used to sing Like the bossa nova love should swing . .
We used to harmonize two souls in perfect time Now the song is different and the words don't even rhyme 'Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always croon What good's a heart that's slightly out of tune?
Tune your heart with mine the way it used to be Join with me in harmony and sing a song of love
We're bound to get in tune again before too long There'll be no Desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely Then you won't be slightly out of tune, you'll sing along with me!
Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme Remenber me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a camrie shirt On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Parslay.sage,rosemary and thyme: Treacing of sparrow on snow-crested brown Without no seams nor needle work
Blankets and bebeloyhes the shild of the mountain Then shi'll be a true love of mine Slaaps unaware of the clarion call
Tell her to find me an acre of land: On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme: Washes the grave with silvery tears Between the salt water and the sea strand A soldier sleans and polishes a gun Then she'll be a true love of mine Sleeps inaware of the clarion call
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: War bellows blazing in scarlet bettalions Parslay, sage rosemary and thyme Generals order their soldiers to kill And gather it all in a bunch of heater 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 and thyme Remenber me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
If you miss the train I'm on You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles
A hundred miles a hundred miles A hundred miles a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles
Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two Lord, I'm three,Lord, I'm four Lord, I'm five hundred miles From my home
Five hundred miles five hundred miles Five hundred miles five hundred miles Lord, I'm five hundred miles From my home
Not a shirt on my back Not a penny to my name Lord, I can't go a-home This a-way This a-way, this a-way This a-way, this a-way Lord, I can't go a-home This a-way
If you miss the train I'm on You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles