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 hands. 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 would 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 hands. I love the ground where on she stands.
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep satisfied I never will sleep. I 'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times.
немного странны слова этой песни если учесть, что ее поет девушка... но мативчик клевый))