Black is he color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And 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 it soon would come
when she and i could be as one
I go to the Clyde and i mourn and weep
For satisfied i never can be
I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
And i owe death a thousand times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
her lips are like red roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And i love the ground whereon she stands
- 专辑:Studio 150
- 歌手:Paul Weller
- 歌曲:Black Is the Colour