Testo di Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair

Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And I love the ground where on she stands I love my love, and well she knows I love the ground where on she goes I wish the day soon would come When she and I will be as one And black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep But satisfied I never shall 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 like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground whereon she stands