Paroles de Black is the Color

Black is the color of my true Love's hair her lips are like some rosy fair the purest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon she stands I know my love and well she knows I love the grass whereon she goes If she on earth no more I see My life will quickly fade away I now go to chicago to mourn and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write to you in a few short lines I'll suffer death ten thousand times Winters past and the leaves now again are green The time is past that we have seen But still I hope the time will come When you and I will be as one