好听的一首歌 【Black is the color】

希望你喜欢！【Black is the color】

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile

and the gentlest hands

And i love the ground where on she stands

I go to the Clyde where i mourn and weep

For satisfied i never can be

I write her a letter, just a few short lines

and suffer death a thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile

and the gentlest hands

And i love the ground where on she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground where on she goes

I wish the day it soon would come

when she and i could be as one