Текст песни
Black Is the color of my true love's hair. His lips are like some roses Fair. He hath the sweetest face And the gentlest hands. I love The ground whereon he Stands. I love my love And well he knows. I love the ground whereon he goes. But sometimes I wish The day would come. That he And I will be as one. Black is the color of my True love's hair. His lips are like some roses fair. He hath the sweetest face and The gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon he Stands. I love the ground whereon He Stands.
Raven — Black Is the Color
«Black Is the Color» — Raven. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:38. Жанр — Джаз.