Oceans apart day after day
　　
　　And I slowly go insane
　　
　　I hear your voice on the line
　　
　　But it doesn't stop the pain
　　
　　If I see you next to never
　　
　　How can we say forever
　　
　　Wherever you go
　　
　　Whatever you do
　　
　　I will be right here waiting for you
　　
　　Whatever it takes
　　
　　Or how my heart breaks
　　
　　I will be right here waiting for you
　　
　　I took for granted, all the times
　　
　　That I though would last somehow
　　
　　I hear the laughter, I taste the tears
　　
　　But I can't get near you now
　　
　　Oh, can't you see it baby
　　
　　You've got me goin' crazy
　　
　　Wherever you go
　　
　　Whatever you do
　　
　　I will be right here waiting for you
　　
　　Whatever it takes
　　
　　Or how my heart breaks
　　
　　I will be right here waiting for you
　　
　　I wonder how we can survive
　　
　　This romance
　　
　　But in the end if I'm with you
　　
　　I'll take the chance
　　
　　Oh, can't you see it baby
　　
　　You've got me goin' crazy
　　
　　Wherever you go
　　
　　Whatever you do
　　
　　I will be right here waiting for you
　　
　　Whatever it takes
　　
　　Or how my heart breaks
　　
　　I will be right here waiting for you
　　
　　Scarborough Fair/Canticle
　　
　　Simon and Garfunkel
　　
　　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.
　　
　　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.
　　
　　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.
　　
　　On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
　　
　　Washes the grave with silvery tears.
　　
　　A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
　　
　　Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
　　
　　Tell her to find me an acre of land:
　　
　　Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
　　
　　Between the salt water and the sea strand,
　　
　　Then she'll be a true love of mine.
　　
　　War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
　　
　　General order their soldiers to kill.
　　
　　And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
　　
　　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.