Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep,
I'll write to you a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.
But Black is the colour of my true love's hair...
1 | Два ангела |
2 | Зима |
3 | Дракон |
4 | Дайолен - Даэрону |
5 | Даэрону |
6 | Маргарита |
7 | Невероятная история (Донна) |
8 | Даэрон |
9 | Неукротимое племя |
10 | Блюз апельсиновых корок |