Song | Black Is the Color |
Artist | Espers |
Album | The Weed Tree |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Black is the color of my true love hair | |
His face is like some wondrous fair | |
With 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 know mark on earth I see | |
I counciled you as you have me | |
I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep | |
But satisfied I never can sleep | |
I write him a letter just a few short lines | |
I suffer death one thousand times | |
black is the color of my true love's hair | |
His face is like some wondrous fair | |
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
I love the ground whereon he stands |
Black is the color of my true love hair | |
His face is like some wondrous fair | |
With 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 know mark on earth I see | |
I counciled you as you have me | |
I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep | |
But satisfied I never can sleep | |
I write him a letter just a few short lines | |
I suffer death one thousand times | |
black is the color of my true love' s hair | |
His face is like some wondrous fair | |
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
I love the ground whereon he stands |
Black is the color of my true love hair | |
His face is like some wondrous fair | |
With 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 know mark on earth I see | |
I counciled you as you have me | |
I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep | |
But satisfied I never can sleep | |
I write him a letter just a few short lines | |
I suffer death one thousand times | |
black is the color of my true love' s hair | |
His face is like some wondrous fair | |
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
I love the ground whereon he stands |