Alfred Deller (1958) - Black Is The Colour [traditional] | Текст песни

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• Alfred Deller (1958)
• Black Is The Colour [traditional]

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her face is something wondrous fair.
The clearest eyes and the dearest hands,
I love the grass whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes,
And still I hope the time will come,
When she and I will be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her face is something wondrous fair.
The clearest eyes and the dearest hands,
I love the grass whereon she stands.


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