Lucette - Black Is the Color

Текст песни

Black is the color of my true love’s hair
His lips are like some roses fair
With the sweetest smile 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 now I wish the day will come
When he and I can be as one
Feel my bones shake when he shivers
Holding onto every whisper
Close my eyes in until
I hear him call me
Feel my bones shake when he shivers
Holding onto every whisper
Close my eyes in until
I hear him call me
I walk to the Clyde to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never sleep
I wrote him a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times