Текст Peter Hollens – Black Is The Color Of My True Love’s Hair

Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground on where she goes
And still I hope that the time will come
Still I hope that the time will come
When she and I will be as one
When she and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love’s hair

Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
(My true love has the purest)
The purest eyes and the gentlest touch
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Black is the color of my true love’s hair