Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blacks Is the Color of My True Love's Hair, artist - Helen Merrill. Album song 62 Masterpieces, in the genre Традиционный джаз
Date of issue: 04.12.2011
Record label: TSK
Song language: English
Blacks Is the Color of My True Love's Hair |
But 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 one 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 |
I love my love and well he knows |
I love the ground whereon he goes |
The prettiest face, the neatest hands |
I love the ground whereon he stands |