Трансмиссия 8 - 02. Cara Dillon vs 2Devine - Black Is The Colour (Radio Edit) | Текст песни

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• 02. Cara Dillon vs 2Devine - Black Is The Colour (Radio Edit)

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 whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I can be as one

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

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 whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands

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