martes, 18 de diciembre de 2007

Black is the colour

Hoy es uno de esos días en los que solo apetece quedarse en casa , mirar la lluvia a través de la ventana y poder apreciar el olor a tierra mojada..
Me ha venido a la cabeza esta canción, que para mi opinión es una de las mejores que tiene the Corrs..mmm.. me encanta ñ_ñ..



Black is the colour of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish that day would soon come
When he and I can be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never sleep
I write him letters just a few short lines
And I suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love I love I love the ground whereon he stands



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