Black is the color
Of my true love's hair,
His lips are something
Rosy fair,
The sweetest smile
And the kindest hands
I love the grass whereon the stands.
I love my love and well he knows.
I love the grass whereon he goes
If he no more on earth will be,
Twill surely be the end of me.
Albane Carrère - Black Is the Colour (États-Unis) Lyrics
Albane Carrère - Black Is the Colour (États-Unis) Lyrics
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Black is the color
Of my true love's hair,
His lips are something
Rosy fair,
The sweetest smile
And the kindest hands
I love the grass whereon the stands.
I love my love and well he knows.
I love the grass whereon he goes
If he no more on earth will be,
Twill surely be the end of me.
Of my true love's hair,
His lips are something
Rosy fair,
The sweetest smile
And the kindest hands
I love the grass whereon the stands.
I love my love and well he knows.
I love the grass whereon he goes
If he no more on earth will be,
Twill surely be the end of me.
Writer: Kit Downes, Luciano Berio
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management