Kokia - Black Is the Colour (of My True Love's Hair) | Текст песни

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• Black Is the Colour (of My True Love's Hair)

Black is the color of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like some roses fair,
And sweetest smile to gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground whereon she goes,
I wish the day some would come,
When she and I will be as one.

Black is the color of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never shall be.
I write her letters just a few short lines,
And suffer death a thousand times.

Black is the color of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like some roses fair,
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.