Текст песни Joan Baez - Black Is The Color
Joan Baez - Black Is The Color слова песни
Black, black, black is the color of my true love`s hairHer lips are like a rose so fairAnd the prettiest face and the neatest hands.I love the grass whereon she standsShe with the wondrous hair.Black, black, blackis the color of my true love`s hairHer face is something truly rare.Oh I do love my love and so well she knowsI love the ground whereon she goes.She with the wondrous hair.Black, black, blackis the color of my true love`s hairAlone, my life would be so bare.I would sigh, I would weep,I would never fall asleepMy love is `way beyond compareShe with the wondrous hair.Black, black, blackis the color of my true love`s hair.