מילים לשיר Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair – Nina Simone

Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like roses so fair
He's the prettiest face
and the neatest of hands
I love the ground on where he stands Oh I love my love
and this he knows
I love the ground on whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me The winters passed and the leaves are green
the time is passed that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
when you and I will be as one I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep,
but satisfied I never could sleep
I write you a letter just a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousnad times. So fare you well my ain true love
The time has passed but I wish you well
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I wil be as one. I love my love and this he knows I love the ground whereon he goes
He's theprettiest face and the neatest of hands,
I love the ground wereon he stands.