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I've just had a revelation about this beautiful song, the preferred lullaby of new baby as well as the two older ones. It is not about an impossible love as is widely thought. It is about Scarborough itself. As you come down into the city it looks like a patchwork of colours, like a Cambric shirt, without seams nor needlework because it is made of rooftops and alleys and buildings. The castle rests a top a high cliff that is between salt water and sea strand (there is sea on both sides ) and the cliff itself is a peninsula shaped like a sickle, and the base is dark like leather. It was surely covered in heather at most times though last I went there lots of daffodils. I believe the song is a love song for his city, and he is saying that no place could ever be anything like his beloved Scarborough (whom he probably will never see again as he has maybe gone over the sea as many did a long time ago). Seeing is believing: http://www.webbaviation.co.uk/scarborough/scarborough-castle.htm I am very happy with this realisation, so happy I've had to write it TWICE because I lost the previous post and normally I hate repeating myself. Beautiful Scarborough is only an hour and a half from our house (wink wink nudge nudge ;) ;)) Plus this song is very beautiful sung by this lovely lady.

un po’ per la mia cara Baghi, a bit 'cause I want to let you know the news, even if the time, I always want to say anything and that' success in Italian I had an epiphany, about the song Scarborough Fair , an old ballad, known in the world thanks to Simon & Garfunkel, and commonly sung by me in this house for the puppets and recently played by Kai floor. Commonly it is thought that this song is about war (I really do not know why ') or of an impossible love, and then very romantic (as described in the explanations of the song linked below). Instead I realized that the song is 'a love song dedicated to the city' Scarborough itself, presumably by someone who (rim) and far cry from saying that nothing and no one can 'compare with her. The first verse it says "if you go to scraborough fair, say hello to someone who was there that was my true love" and ok. Then: "Tell her to make me a checked shirt without sewing or 'wire work (pass me the linguistic laziness)" Can not? NO! 'Cause when you get down and enters in Scarborough and then you see it from above, and' squared across a patchwork of colored rooftops and alleyways houses, but 'without wire or stitching. "tell her to find me an acre of land between the salt water and the water's edge" Impossible? No! If you look at the headland on which stands the castle of Scarborough from the top, you'll see that lies between two beaches and the marina. "tell her to put it all into a bag of skin" Impossible! But no, because, again from the top, you'll see that it seems that the green hill is enclosed in a bag of dark skin. "and gather all in a bunch of heather" again, the hill was certainly covered with heather, though when I went I was spring and the daffodils were noted above. Seeing is believing: http://www.webbaviation.co.uk/scarborough/scarborough-castle.htm The beautiful Scarborough and 'only an hour and a half from our house, for those who cultivate the insane idea to visit us. And then this version even if piso not like I do not mind sung by this lady who, inter alia, as rightly noted by and Juliet 'is a nice video of the North Sea. add: thanks to lependu that made me discover this beautiful version just now: Here's Branduardi minutes from about 4:50 onwards.