Black is the color
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are like some rosey fair.
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love and well he knows.
I love the ground where on he goes.
And I whish the day would come
when he and I can be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are like a rose so fair.
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground whereon he stands.
…………
I go to the Clyde and mourn and deep
satisfied I never will sleep.
I'll write him a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are like a rose so fair.
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground whereon he stands.
And I love the ground whereon he stands.
- 专辑:Musique Celtic
- 歌手:Rosheen
- 歌曲:Black Is The Color