Текст песни Sinead O`Connor - Black Is The Color Of My True Love`s Hai
Sinead O`Connor - Black Is The Color Of My True Love`s Hai слова песни
Black is the color of my true love`s hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe has the sweetest smile the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsI love my love, and well she knowsI love the ground whereon she goesI wish the day soon would comeWhen she and I will be as oneAnd black is the color of my true love`s hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe has the sweetest smile the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsI go to the Clyde and mourn and weepBut satisfied I never shall beI`ll write her a letter with a few short linesand suffer death a thousand timesAnd black is the color of my true love`s hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe has the sweetest smile the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsI love the ground whereon she standsI love the ground whereon she stands