Текст песни Davy Graham - Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair

Traditional ballad (Scotland)

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair

I love my lover
Well she knows
I love the ground on where she goes
But still I hope
The time will come
When she and I will be as one
When she and I will be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Black is the colour of my true love's hair