Gaelic Storm - Black is the Colour скачать видео бесплатно

Now black is the color of my true love`s hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.

I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes.

I hope the day will one day come

That she and I will be as one

Black is the color of my true love`s hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.

I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde, for to mourn and weep

But satisfied, I never can be

I write her letters, just a few short lines

And suffer death ten thousand times

Now black is the color of my true love`s hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.

I love the ground whereon she stands

I love the ground where on she stands