Black is the Colour Lyrics – Natacha Atlas

Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are something rosy fair
The prettiest face and the daintiest hands
I love the grass whereon she stands

I love my love and, well, she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
If she on earth no more I see
My life will quickly leave me

I go to Troublesome to mourne, to weep
But satisfied I ne’er can sleep
I’ll write her a notе in a few little lines
And suffеr death ten thousand times

Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are sometimes rosy fair
The prettiest face and the daintiest hands
I love the grass whereon she stands
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Natacha Atlas Lyrics – Black is the Colour

Natacha Atlas

Black is the Colour