Cara Dillon - Black is the color (народная шотландская баллада) | Текст песни

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• Cara Dillon
• Black is the color (народная шотландская баллада)

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground where on she stands.

I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground where on she goes,
And how I wish the day will come
When she and I can be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground where on she stands.

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never sleep.
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death ten thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so faïr,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground where on she stands.