英文版学生毕业感言

　　毕业感言：the sound of silence

　　hello darkness my old friend.

　　i've come to talk with you again.

　　because a vision softly creeping.

　　left its seeds while i was sleeping.

　　and the vision that was planted in my brain.

　　still remains.

　　within the sound of silence !

　　in restless dreams i walk alone.

　　narrow streets of cobble stone.

　　neath the halo of a street lamp.

　　i turned my collar to the cold and damp.

　　when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light.

　　that split the night.

　　and touched the sound of silence.

　　and in the naked light i saw.

　　ten thousand people maybe more.

　　people talking without speaking.

　　people hearing without listening.

　　people writing songs that voices never share.

　　and no one dare.

　　disturb the sound of silence.

　　"fools" said i, "you do not know.

　　silence like a cancer grows.

　　hear my words that i might teach you.

　　take my arms that i might reach you.

　　but my words like silent rain-drops fell.

　　and echoed in the wells of silence.

　　and the people bow and prayed.

　　to the neon god they made.

　　and the sign flash out its warning.

　　in the words that it was forming.

　　and the sign said "the words of the prophets.

　　are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.

　　and whispered in the sounds of silence.

　　毕业感言：scarborough fair

　　are you going to scarborough fair

　　parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme

　　remeber me to one who lives there

　　she once was a true love of mine

　　tell her to make me a cambric shirt

　　(on the side of a hill in the deep forest green)

　　parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme

　　(tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown)

　　without to seams nor needle work

　　(blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)

　　then she'll be a true love of mine

　　(sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

　　tell her to find me an acre of land

　　(on the side of a hill asprinkling of leaves)

　　parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme

　　(washes the grave with silvery tears)

　　between the salt water and the sea strand

　　(a soldier cleans and polishes a gun)

　　then she'll be a true love of mine

　　tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather

　　(war bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)

　　parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme

　　(generals order their soldiers to kill)

　　and gather it all in a bunch of heather

　　(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

　　remeber me to one who lives there

　　she once was a true love of mine

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