Black is the color (народная шотландская баллада) (исполнитель: Cara Dillon)
Black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair, She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs, I love the ground where on she stands. I love my love and well she knows, I love the ground where on she goes, And how I wish the day [bad word] When she and I can be as one. Black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair, She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs, I love the ground where on she stands. I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep, But satisfied I never sleep. I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines, And suffer death ten thousand times. Black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so faïr, She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs, I love the ground where on she stands.