Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
How I wish that day would soon come
when he and I can be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never sleep
I write him letters, just a few short lines
And I suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love I love I love the ground whereon he stands.

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Ecrit par Visiteur le 2005-10-29 18:31:05

Ecrit par 'Visiteur' le 2006-07-15 16:30:38 Cette chanson est vraiment magnifique!    Didi

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