Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands
I walk to the Clyde wher I 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 smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes And I wish the day it's 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 smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands Yes I love the ground whereon she stands Yes I love the ground whereon she stands Yes I love the ground whereon she stands
They say you are the one, To whom we say a prayer. They say you are the one now, Who meddles in affairs.
But do we have communication? Do we have a direct line? Do we have communication? Or have I had too much wine? Too much wine, too much wine, too much wine.
They say you are the one, Who knows what's going on But you take from those who need it most, And then you leave others alone.
Do we have communication? Do we have a direct line? Do we have communication? Or have I had too much wine?
Streets sound screaming loud, Nobody knows where I've been. Lost in a crowd, swallowed by the ground, Nobody knows whose bed I'm in.
And I feel like it's all an illusion. And I've forgotten who is doing the losing. I feel like I'm doing an Anti-Rain Dance And I don't feel like giving you a chance
Take the chance have a secret romance, doing something you've never planned. Take the chance have a private dance, Who needs to know where they stand.
And I feel like it's all an illusion. And I've forgotten who is doing the losing. I feel like I'm doing an Anti-Rain Dance And I don't feel like giving you a chance
Tao me ag damhsa leis an ghaoth, [토메 애그 다우사 레쉬 안 그웨] Tao me ag teacht abhaile. [토메 애그 쵸크드 아월리야] Ag Damhsa leis an Ghaoth [애그 다우사 레쉬 안 그웨] (I'm dancing with wind, I'm coming home)
