Il testo della Black is the color of my true love's hair

Judy Collins

pochette album Black is the color of my true love's hair

Data di rilascio : 20/12/2005

Durata : 0:05:16

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Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosey fair
The finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass where on he goes
If he on earth no more i did see
My life will quickly fade away.

I'll climb up the mountain for to mourn and weep
For satisfied, i'll never sleep
I'll write to you in a few little lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times

The winter is past and the leaves are green
The time is gone that we have seen
But still i long for the day to come
When you and i will be as one.

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like the rosey fair
The finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair