Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face is soft and one rose fair
the purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love, and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
the sweetest face and the strongest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
My own true love so fare you well
the time has passed I wish you well
still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
1 | El Condor Pasa |
2 | Kinderspiele |
3 | Pavane |
4 | Down By The River |
5 | Kleiner Tambour |
6 | Yesterday |
7 | Mon Vieux Quartier |
8 | Frank Mills |
9 | Shnei Shoshanim |
10 | Saturday Night At The World |