Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair.. His lips are something wond'rous fair. The purest eyes and the bravest hands.. I love the grass whereon he stands..
Traditional. . Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face so soft and wondrous fair. The purest eyes. . And the strongest hands. I love the ground on where he stands.
Traditional. . Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face so soft and wondrous fair. The purest eyes. And the strongest hands. I love the ground on where he stands.
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair. His lips are like some rosey fair. The finest face and the neatest hands. I love the ground where on he stands.
Black is the color of my true love's hair. Her lips are like some roses fair. She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon she stands.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her face so soft and wonderous fair. The purest eyes and the strongest hands. I love the ground on where she stands.