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
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
. Shoulda listened to what my folks, they had to say. Just like a dog that's turned on you,. Ain't it funny what the color green will make some people do?. . How I couldn't see thru your thin disguise
it through. And somehow I survived with no rhyme or reason. And now I know I'll make it through the miracle of you I know the color of love and it lives in side of you. I know the color of truth