paroles de chanson Black Is The Colour - Nick Ingman , Celtic Woman , The Traditional , David Downes

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
I love the ground
Where on she stands
I love my love
And will she know
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
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
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground
Where on she stands