Black is the colour of my true love's hairher lips are like some roses fairshe has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands and I love the ground where on she stands
I love my love and well she knowsI love the ground where on she goesand how I wish the day would comewhen she and I can be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hairher lips are like a rose so fairshe has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands and I love the ground where on she standsI love the ground where on she standsI love the ground where on she stands
I love my love and well she knowsI love the ground where on she goesand how I wish the day would comewhen she and I can be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hairher lips are like a rose so fairshe has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands and I love the ground where on she standsI love the ground where on she standsI love the ground where on she stands