Richard Marx

　　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.