Questo sito contribuisce alla audience di

    Black is the color of my true love`s hair
    Her lips are like some roses fair
    She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
    I love the ground wheron she stands
    I love my love and well she knows
    I love the ground whereon she goes.
    But some times I whish the day will 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
    She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
    I love the ground wheron she stands
    I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
    But satisfied I never can sleep
    I`ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
    And suffer death ten thousand times
    Black is the color of my true love`s hair
    Her lips are like some roses fair
    She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
    I love the ground wheron she stands

    Cosa ne pensi di "Cruel Sister" di Tears for Beers?

    Vota la canzone

    Fai sapere ai tuoi amici che ti piace:

      Acquista l'album

      Commenti

      Invia il tuo commento

      Disclaimer [leggi/nascondi]

      Guida alla scrittura dei commenti