Lonesome Wyatt And The Holy Spooks - Black is the Color | Текст песни

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Black is the color of my true loves hair,

and her lips are like a rose so fair

I've hung her as a curtain in my mothers room and I love the smell of her gasping breathe

and the sense of loss and the sense of death



Well winter has passed so the rain(reign?) is free and it claws at the roof, above me

I sleep beneath her lily face and breath in the air that she does displace

I suck in that air without a hint of disgrace



Yes winter has passed so the rain is free



Black black black is the color of my true loves hair

And soon soon soon i am hoping a child she will bear

no black black black black is the color of my true loves hair



And soon soon soon soon I am hoping a child she will bear



and Black black black is the color of my true loves hair



and soon soon soon I am hoping a child she will bear



Black is the color of my true loves hair, and her lips are like a rose so fair