Now black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes. I hope the day will one day come That she and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde, for to mourn and weep But satisfied, I never can be I write her letters, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times
Now black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground where on she stands
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