كلمات Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair

Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are wondrous rosy fair Prettiest face, loveliest hands I'm in awe of her for the way she stands I love my love, and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I wish the day soon would come When she and I will be as one Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are wandrous rousy fair Prettiest face, loveliest hands I'm in awe of her for the way she stands I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep But satisfied I shall never be I'll write her a letter with a few short lines and suffer death a thousand times And black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are wandrous rosy fair Prettiest face, loveliest hands I'm in awe of her for the way she stands I'm in awe of her for the wy she stands I'm in awe of her for the way she stands.