Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair. His lips are something wond'rous fair The purest eyes and the bravest hands. I love the grass
and the neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair Her face is
the neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her face is
Vertimas: Joan Baez. Juoda spalva.
Vertimas: Joan Baez. Juoda yra mano True Love plaukų spalva.
neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her face is something