to be color-blind. But I met you and now I find. There's green in the grass. There's gold in the moon. There's blue in the skies. . That semi-circle that was always hanging about. Is not a storm
Traditional. . Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face is like roses so fair. He's the prettiest face. And the neatest of hands. I love the ground on where he stands. . Oh I love