TESTO DEL LIED

"Black is the colour"
di Volkslieder (Folksongs)

black black black is the colour of my true love's hair
his lips are something rosy fair
the sweetest smile and the kindest hands
I love the grass whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass whereon he goes
if he no more on earth will be
'twill surely be the end of me