Letra da Música Black Is The Color de David Pajo

Black is the color of my true Love's hair
her lips are like some rosy fair
the purest eyes and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I know my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
If she on earth no more I see
My life will quickly fade away
I now go to chicago to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write to you in a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times
Winters past and the leaves now again are green
The time is past that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one