Black Is the Colour 歌词
Black Is The Colour - Tommy Fleming
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest face
And 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
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I can never be
And the I write her a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She has the sweetest face
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands