Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some rose so fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands Oh, I love the ground
that you're the one that makes me feel so sad no time to miss you no time to kiss you no time to say goodnight hey little sweetheart see you soon in black and bloom
their sweet songs of sorrow" Sorrow is Eternal when the spring blooms with flowers dead And all heavens birds fell dead when the spring bloomed with
a cold and rainy night As the candles fade to black I played our favorite song 'Til the needle was gone I've taken all I can, You've played your last hand Black
monsoon when I bloom and blossom And run over niggas like opossums Froze on the road with my bike on they (?) Man I'm warning ya, look, the Black
Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my heart
. Just this baggage I keep carrying on, As if I had someone. Maybe there's a woman somewhere, Who's still thinking of me. A girl with cold black hair
my eyes, your tender disguise So far our of reach A life of dismay turns into grey Will you abandon me? Here in the light it's pitch black night A fever
are howling at the midnight moon. I'm on my way to where the black rose blooms. The mountain's high, the night is cold. I feel the sunshine; a black
would bloom again Apathy and pain, Here comes the Autumn rain Old apologies scattered in the wings of fate Cause today it all looks black and white,
Here we go with mo' drama in the projects Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker? You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin Nick that bud 'fore it bloom
over them with his black feather wings unfurled The love you lost with her skin so fair Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair Her green eyes bloom
at me His beauty eye took pity Beneath the black oak tree We kissed but for an hour The sun was newly warm The clouds were as the flowers That bloom
(Traditional) Oh, I'll twine with my mingles And waving black hair With the roses so red And the lilies so fair; And the myrtle so bright With the emerald
When they met she was fifteen Like a black rose blooming wild And she already knew she was gonna die "What's tomorrow without you? Is this our last goodbye
Oh! England, my Lionheart, I'm in your garden, fading fast in your arms. The soldiers soften, the war is over. The air raid shelters are blooming clover