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
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 the ground where on she stands
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 standsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.