neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her face is something
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair. His lips are something wond'rous fair The purest eyes and the bravest hands. I love the grass
and the neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair Her face is
the neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her face is
Übersetzung: Joan Baez. Schwarz ist die Farbe.
Übersetzung: Joan Baez. Black Is The Color Of My True Love ist Hair.