erica jennings - black is the colour lyrics
Loading...
black is the colour of my true love’s hair
his lips are like some roses fair
he has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
and i love the ground whereon he stands
i love my love and well he knows
i love the ground whereon he goes
i pray the day it soon would come
when he and i can be as one
i go to the clyde and i mourn and weep
satisfied i never will be
i write him a letter just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times
black is the colour of my true love’s hair
his lips are like some roses fair
he has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
and i love the ground whereon he stands
Random Lyrics
- rsmc armata - mount everest lyrics
- mahakala - modern saints lyrics
- tony leon - performer lyrics
- summrs - choose lyrics
- rose gray - morning blues lyrics
- sullivan king - wake up (acoustic version) lyrics
- lah quake - i'm no burden,don't leave (single) lyrics
- migos - see myself broke lyrics
- banana spliff - nel nome del fuoco lyrics
- interim - molly lyrics