โหลดเพลง mp3 Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair - Pete Seeger

Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair - Pete Seeger
Black black black is the color of my true love's hair

Her face is something wondrous fair

The purest eyes
And the gentlest hands

I love the ground on where she stands

I love my lover and well she knows

I'll follow her where on she goes

I'll write her a letter again telling lips lines

I'll suffer death a thousand times

Black black black is the color of my true love's hair

Her face is something wondrous fair

A purest eyes
And the gentlest hands

I love the ground on where she stands

I'll go to trouble some to mourn to weep

But satisfied I never can keep

If she on there's no more would stay

My life would quickly fade away

Black black black is the color of my true love's hair

Her face is something wondrous fair

The purest eyes
And the gentlest hands

I'll love the grounds on where she stands