Black is the Colour - KOKIA
词:Traditional
曲:Traditional
Black is the colour of my true love's fair
Her lips are like some roses fair
And the sweetest smile
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
I wish the day soon would come
When she and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
But satisfied I never shall be
I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's fair
Her lips are like some roses fair
And the sweetest smile
The gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands