22 acessos
Black is the color 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 whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And how I wish the day will come
When she and I can be as one
Black is the color 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 whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like roses so fair
She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground... Whereon she stands